The journey on thorns

Hello.

I am a girl.

My name, my face does not matter. I merely belong to

weaker sex of this male dominated

society.

There was a time I enjoyed the status

of goddess

There was a time I was considered lowest

of the lowly.

And new are the ways of exploitation and discrimination…

My feelings are invisible in front of my figure.

My body is more important than my

work.

If I am in a job, it has got to my head and I am too bigheaded to enjoy

anything!

If I am a housewife, I don’t understand what it takes to work like a dog!

In a third world country, I am a fool

to ascertain my rights.

In a developed nation, I abuse

my rights.

If I am ditched, I am just a tragedy queen who needs a box of tissues at

hand.

If I move out of a relationship, I am just a heartbreaking wretch.

If I do allow people, I am just

another sleep around.

If I wont let anyone come close, I am just

a big-time tease.

If I am blonde, I have no brains. I am the subject of all

jokes.

If I am a brunette, I am

just a plain girl.

If I am vocal, I am another typical

gossip freak.

If I am quite, my beauty has gone

to my head.

If I protest, I think I can change the world

by being a rebel all the time.

If I accept things, I am too weak to stand and fight even for myself.

When I am cheated upon, its what all the guys do. I ought to

forget.

If I have some other close friend, I am a

never satisfied witch who deserves all the foul names in the world.

When I am beaten, its no big

deal. I should learn to forgive.

If I loose my temper, I am the

reason behind all the miseries of a man.

But I can handle all the stress because I am emotionally strong.

I cant take decisions because my heart rules my mind.

If I am unsuccessful, its simply because beauty does not come with

brains.

If I am a great success, its because of my inherent

ability of manipulating people.

If I drive my own car

Or if I know nothing about cars

Whatever I do

Or whatever I fail to do

But I have had it now.

My pain has surpassed my

endurance limit

This is the end of it all.

I give up being a girl.

I say no to all that

binds me.

No! I am not dying. I am just putting an end to

being a girl.

From now on I’ll be …no matter what it

takes or how long it takes.

I say no to your mockery, your

pity, your reservations, your distrust in me.

I say no to all that this society has for me. God chose me as the means of his creation. And I will justify his creation.

I do not need any shoulder to

cry upon.

Neither shall I let anyone put

me under emotional

trauma again.

I will not be molested again. I will not be

forced into anything.

I will not be taken advantage of.

I will not be exploited.

I will not succumb to anything now.

who has finally decided to evolve from being , no matter how thorny the journey is!

You think you know me?

Yes you do! I am alive in that

lives. The only difference is how and when the veil is lifted.

Author’s Note:

• All over the world, some women face

major issues, devoid of the most basic

necessities and undergoing severely

inhumane treatment. This work does not

attempt to undermine their sufferings. It is

merely an effort to show that even the so

called successful n happy girls face

discrimination n mockery on almost daily

basis. Any inconvenience or disrespect to

any person or body is unintended and

deeply apologized for.

• Please mail your

feedback, complaints, suggestions, to

manurichachauhan@hotmail.com.