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Girls are taught not to speak up, so that they can be 'good girls'. This has more far reaching and horrifying consequences than their parents can ever imagine!
Girls are taught not to speak up, so that they can be ‘good girls’. This has more far reaching and horrifying consequences than their parents can ever imagine!
“In societies where men are truly confident of their own worth, women are not merely tolerated but valued!” –– Aung Sang Suu Kyi
A society where women are really valued is still a distant dream. The average Indian woman is generally infused with that ‘give in to situations’ kind of education all through her upbringing, sometimes in a subtle way and at times with a commanding set of instructions.
How many of them are actually taught to stand up against any form of suppression? How many of them are told not to suffer and speak up for their rights?
Here’s a daughter who questions her father as to why she wasn’t taught to take a stand even when she kept bearing the onslaught, merely for the sake of saving her marriage and the fear of social stigma.
It’s high time we teach our daughters to voice the injustice with the loudest roar.
My world may appear to you just fine But your angel smiles no more And today I gather the courage to unravel The persistent onslaught that I bore
I was beaten & bruised And commanded to bow down To save the sanctity of this Pious bond called ‘marriage’ Not once did I dare to frown
I was threatened & thwarted All I did was dwelled in silence ‘Hey you are a woman It is but your fate’ Was my only piece of condolence
I kept quiet For the sake of my children I kept quiet coz I had nowhere to go Carried the burden of being a woman Taking every single blow
I carried on the fallacy That a daughter should drag on being unloved Not to complain & condemn But adjust in all the circumstances That she is grievously perturbed
All this while I kept condoning And let them torment
Dad I wish you had raised me To fearlessly express the slightest of dissent
I wish you had taught me To defend & defy Not to sulk in quietude And self- pacify
I ask you Haven’t you risen generations of feeble mind Norms’ adhering cows? Only to keep the foundations of patriarchy intact Ensnaring us into those decrepit womanly woes?
But I no more wish To weave the yarns of suffering & pain It’s me who has to face them once for all And let the plethora of agony drain
Yes its time I stop sobbing Be upfront & sure It’s time I renounce ‘their’ unjust ways
And finally say No more! No more!
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