I cannot wear a crop top because it exposes my waist,
But if I wear a sari, I am sanskaari to your taste.
It is wrong to sleep with the boy I met on Tinder,
But on the first night, I must sleep with the one who put a ring on my finger.
I am a girl so my best friend must be of the same gender,
But if I want to marry her, suddenly I become an offender.
If my brother is going abroad, he must learn how to cook,
But if he’s here, his wife will be the one with the cookbook.
My parents want me to study hard because my career will give me glory,
But studying abroad is a no because that money is for my dowry.
My brother and I are equal and our parents love us dearly,
But if he comes home at 2 am, nobody scolds him severely.
My parents have brought me up to be fearless, independent, and strong,
But I can’t go on a trip with my girls because men will have intentions that are wrong.
On some days my mother will wistfully say that she wished she was more than a housewife,
But when I mess up cooking or managing the house, apparently I have failed at life.
Women were once considered goddesses because of our ability to give birth,
But if a girl is born today, she will be tossed in the trash or buried in the earth.
Now before you call me an angry feminist and tell me that things are changing,
Where is your change when 75 cents to a dollar is still happening?
Perhaps if you were to shut your patriarchal mouth and just think,
The fact that standards are double and still are might just, in your brain, sink.