There’s a picture I wish to post
A comment that I want to type
To express the happiness I had
On that day
When it was my birthday
I was wearing a blue spaghetti top
And a pair of shorts,
The picture that I had
Says a thousand words
It’s me, holding two shopping bags
And a bottle of vodka in my hand.
But today, I didn’t have the courage
To put that picture on social media
Wondering what people would think
Or whether my parents would get to know
We’re all tied in a free world,
We’re all sad in a happy world
And we’re all stereotypical in a modern world.
“You can choose whatever piece of clothing you want to, darling.”
But when I chose a pair of shorts or spaghetti
“Why can’t I wear this?” I ask
“Because we boys would stare at you creepily when you wear that.” Replies she.
Welcome to our world
Where we choose our freedom
Our clothes, our comments,
Our body shapes, our looks
According to the boy’s wishes.
Welcome; to this place
Where we’re taught to take care of ourselves
Where we’re told not show too much cleavage
Where we’re not allowed to show our legs
(Even when we take the goddamn pain of getting those body parts waxed each month)
Oh, because boys would ogle at you, and you’re not ‘that type of a girl’.
So, give me my answers
Tell me how bounded I have to be
Till what time,
Just because I was born a girl?