The nameless monsters.
Audre lorde says-
"I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice.
Because they are so terrified.
We’ve been taught that silence would save us.
But it wont".
Living a decade of innocence.
Trying to understand and embrace radical anatomical changes.
Becoming subjects of adolescent inquisitiveness of elderly cousins.
Extending a pat on your back by an uncle on your bra strap.
Grappling your new found breasts by lane pervets in the twilight hour.
Getting ridiculed for one's stained school uniform.
Terrorizing travails of public transport.
Leering glances of voyeurs.
Emotional abuses in one's professional path.
That masculine ego waiting to demolish feminine grace.
A rhetorical gaze questioning your climb.
The delusional men's club stinking of-
Sexism mocking a woman's clarity.
Tags attached to each roles glued to us.
The unhealed scars of scratched wounds.
The invisible pock marks.
The embellishment of labels.
Its time to be unconservatively unapologetic about ourselves.
Taking pride in joining the "#metoo" brigade.
Yet being ashamed to be amidst a society which is anything but gender agnostic.
Let these nameless monsters croak in the dateless pages of our lives.