Lipstick

A little bit of spice and everything nice,
Let's make sure there is no vice
Every time I roll the dice
I am being pushed sidewise,
I always hear their cries,
"Let live by our size,
Don't have to tell you twice".
Even then I try to rise;
But you open your files to categorize.

Short hair, big books, wide glass,
I' m spin-off into a vied Laplace,
Lipsticks, bangles and a little femininity,
Among peers I'm an embrittled liability,
Little confused, little dreamy, little mousy,
They ask, why I' m not lousy,

All three roles I played,
And here is my jaded tirade,

I am the brunt of capitalism, the showpiece of feminism,
I am lauded for my conventionalism, dreaded for my sensualism,
I am the poster child for activism, the sole bearer of matrimonial symbolism,
I am the prey of sexism, the mockery of egalitarianism.

But till now I stand still,
With hope, that one day I could instil,
My swill for future generations to fulfil.

I know I'm equal,
When I'm celebrated as a survivor, not treated as a victim,

I know I'm equal,
When I'm not made to feel shame for my desires or feel lame for my trinkets,

I know I'm equal,
When I'm not pacified as agreeable or classified as a harridan,

I know I'm equal,
When I'm not awed for my mediocrity,
When I'm not fanfared on a day,
When my birth out to make you proud,
When I am me because of me.

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