A Pisachini Aroused, You Can Shame Me As Much As You Want

Recently a group of men tried to ward of the ‘feminism pisachini‘ by doing a puja. A pisachini responds.

Lying on the floor

Wounded, naked and numb

You called me

A slut

A bitch

A whore

And a cunt

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Asked me to play by your rules

Or f*$k off from where I came from.

Close on the heels of the chase

You smirk, “Too easy a prey!”

Go ahead, my dear

Deem me a slut,

Shame me as much as you want

My choices and associations

None of your business.

My life – I own it

Write it and live it.

Does my direct gaze cause a dent to your pride?

And loud voice rattle your core?

“Too opinionated!”, you cry.

I’d rather be a bitch

And stir a revolution

Than keep my gaze,

My tone down

Cos down is where doormats belong

Not me, not any of my sisters.

Don’t you dare brand me a whore,

Nip me in the bud

Dim my shine

Or force me to cater to your calling.

For like a rose that blooms,

My curves will freely roam

And sway rapturously in the air

To the heart’s fullest desire.

My cunt’s not a curse

To thwart its life inside the cocooned womb

My cunt’s not the cross

To make an outcast of me

In my maternal and marital home

My cunt’s a fountain of hope for humankind

Let it flow naturally

Bleed equitably

Breaking glasses, ceilings, and ill-fate.

Call me

A slut

A bitch

A whore

A cunt

I’m all of this

And so much more

A Pisachini aroused

From the sacred Puja ashes.

First published at author’s blog

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