She Poem by Jasleen Kaur Khanuja

What could be the biggest mistake humans can make?
Maybe using the pronoun 'she' or 'her'.
The years have changed but the face of monsters remains the same.
Earlier the tongs and hands now are the words and eyes.
Earlier were the wounds on her body now are the wounds on her soul.
What makes a woman different from a man?
Is it the softer skin she has or the beard she lacks?
How many scars do you think she can bear before she screams in pain,
How many miles can she walk before her energy drains?
Tears remain unnoticed, voices remain unheard.
What makes you a man, Do you think your beard?
With every passing day, her eyes lose some shine,
increasing trauma and suffering bend her spine.
What's promised is her suffering till eternity, and what's uncertain is her firmity.
She is not given the world to explore but she is kept in a small bubble with
no oxygen to inhale anymore.
Give her the chance to breathe and see the 100 shades of love she gives.
The time has changed but the thunder is yet to come.
What's taken has to be returned and the world is yet to be stunned.
She made the world and she can destroy it too.
Women have created the lives they can choose to flush through.
Think of it as a favor she did to give you birth and not her responsibility,
or she will choose to question her fertility.