Feminism an idea,
Not so new.
But its existence in society,
In reality is very few.
Everyday with evils,
She has a fight.
She does so to make,
The purpose of her life right.
For every step she takes,
She’s obliged to answer questions.
But on her reaching pinnacle of glory,
Her hard work is rarely mentioned.
“Dress too tight!”
“Lipstick too bold!”
“Her dress is so short, doesn’t she feel cold?”
Irrespective of her clothes and age,
She is sexualized.
And for harassers it takes,
Years to be penalized.
Candle march for her rights, People are going to hold.
But still for few currency notes somewhere,
Her body would be sold.
We worship her in
Several forms,
Then why, why do we,
Cage her in society’s evil norms
To celebrate her existence,
We have dedicated a day.
But her battle for equality,
Isn’t like child’s play.
Feminism an idea,
Not so new.
But its existence in society,
In reality is very few.
An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.
Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.
Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.
Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.
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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant
alliteration using the letters of the rhyme pattern: abab cdcd efef gh - a sonnet's rhyme pattern would end in 'gg', but went with a 'gh' couplet, well, because...
silly, struggled with this one - reminds me a little of the Sons of Sceva mentioned in Chapter 19 of Acts...