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Recently a group of men tried to ward of the 'feminist pisachini' by doing a puja. The pisachinis respond.
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
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 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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