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.