Who Run the World

Nineteen

Years

Ago

My

Mom

Made

A

Feministic

Decision

Of keeping her baby

 

 


Nine months later,

 

Her mom refused

 

To touch food

 

Melanin is just a colour, dear…

Maybe

 

 


Lipsticks, Marxism, cooking

 

Queer

 

Unapologetic

 

Woman

 

Phenomenal Woman

 

 

 

 

Raised eyebrows, disquiet stares

 

Anger, suffocation, nausea

 

Shoving patriarchy down my throat

 

Offering consolations at gun point

 

Numbers do not define me

 

As do 24.81% of pay gap

 

10,000 dowry deaths per year

 

23.3% of us in national parliaments globally

 

 

 

From Suffrage movement to Pinjra Tod

This fight

Is ours to fight

And ours to win

Hate is bizarre

So is fear

All-women spaces?  Matriarchy?

I tell you, us, Girls Just Want to Have Fun

 

And it does not matter Who Run the World

I run mine; you should too.


Editor’s note: All photos belong to Phatman photo and any use of the same requires permission and on paper agreement of sharing. If this is violated, this shall be considered a photo property infringement. 

Sheetal Harumalani

Nineteen year old passionate about fiction, poetry, and other unearthly things.

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