"Do I love being a woman", A poem by, M. V. S. Neeharika from BSc BtCF.

Oh how I love being a woman when the moment I am born I am seen as a burden.

Oh how I love being a woman when I am expected to be perfect with no flaws just to be able to live.

Oh how I love being a woman when my whole existence is reduced to a single concept of taboo.

Oh how I love being a woman when everybody seems to hate me for what I am.

Oh how I love being a woman when all the predators eye me like a prey.

Oh how I love being a woman when people always assume my weakness.

Oh how I love being a woman when all the option I'm given are never mine to choose from.

Oh how I love being a woman when I work harder for the respect I never get.

Oh how I love being a woman when I am forced to lose anytime I win.

Oh how I love being a woman when I am burned if I don't come along with money.

Oh how I love being a woman when any house I live in is never mine.

Oh how I love being a woman as when my very worth is defined by a man.

Oh how I love being a woman when all of my capabilities are reduced to slavery.

Oh how I love being a woman when I'm forced to shut my mouth or lose my voice forever.

Oh how I love being a woman when my back hurts from bending all the way around just to exist.

Oh how I love being a woman when no matter who's fault, the blame and guilt are always mine.

Oh how I love being a woman when every living moment is torturing my very soul.

Oh how I love being a woman when I'm incapable of helping even myself.

Oh how I love being a woman when all I can do is silently pray to a God who never replies.

Oh how I love being a woman when no one realises, that before being woman, I am a human.

Oh how I love being a woman when it's a monumental task to get past each day.

Oh how I love being a woman when I am a woman.