BHAVIKA DUDHANI

I am a woman, Smitchly broken;
Quirky brains but always well-spoken
On a tilted surface, I lay my sufferings
Deceived by leeches to exits I cling.

I am a woman, Clenched by melancholy;
Keeping everybody, dancing at my feet wholly
A tree of responsibilities held up against my wall
I tremble over stones they want me to fall.

I am a woman, I'm plagued red each month;
I'm crippled with anxiety and hard as camel's hump
I confront death to give birth
All the torment in the process I lurk.

I'm a woman, Water doesn't quench my thirst;
I crave for tenderness and respect to be served
Not just a piece of meat; I'm a voice, a mind, a soul, a bizarre
I'm ecstatic to be a woman with smoke and cigar.

-B writes