I Quit

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I Quit Being A Woman

 

I quit being a woman

For I don’t know who or what she is?

I don’t fit the bill anymore

Nor the molds like these

 

I quit because

The rules are rigid, inflexible and ambiguous

Of this gender game

I can’t fathom why every checkbox has my name

 

I quit because

I don’t function on patience and love

Sometimes what drives me is pure seething anger

And not tender messages or white doves

 

I quit because

I am not always sane

I swear like a sailor and hit like a drunkard

And can’t bear no more pain

 

I quit because

I don’t cry in empty conference halls or fax machine rooms

I don’t hum along with the washing machine

Nor caress the broom

 

 

I quit because

I am not the perfect mother

I teach my daughter to not love everyone

And that the guys can love pink and one another

 

I quit because

I am ashamed no more to stain red

No pictures of my breasts or vaginas

Leaves my dignity blackmailed

 

I quit because

I am not always strong

I have loved, hated and remember both

With my fair share of wrongs  

 

Malvika Mishra

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2 thoughts on “I Quit

  1. So resonates and you’ve developed an effortless way with no wasted words to say what you do. I love it. Keep writing!

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