Equality.
Sometimes, I feel people don't really understand what 'equal' is.
When we're screaming at the top of our voices, 'We want equal rights!', we MEAN equal rights. We mean that ALL the people should be treated equally. Which is:
Sometimes, I feel people don't really understand what 'equal' is.
When we're screaming at the top of our voices, 'We want equal rights!', we MEAN equal rights. We mean that ALL the people should be treated equally. Which is:
Equality certainly doesn't satisfy
the follow equations:
Men>Women
Women>Men
In fact, it doesn't satisfy any equation with '>' and '<' sign involved.
Where, on one end, women are empowering themselves, and are trying to create a place in the society; many are turning to male chauvinists, and in not so many words, are asking for a place above men.
Many men still believe that women come beneath their noses, and should know their 'place in the society.'
Her wings are caught in a place she
doesn't belong,
The suppressed words; the cuts from the thorns.
She feels trapped though they say she's free to go,
A highness so empty, it almost feels low.
She wants to fly, sore high and never return,
The memory so hazy, so blurred.
She falls on her broken dreams every now and then,
What and how, a question she asks often.
They hurt her, and cripple her soul,
She doesn't remember when she found herself in whole.
A lonely dream, in an awakened nightmare: her only fear.
A breathing feeling of breathlessness,
'Alive!' she says, nevertheless.
The suppressed words; the cuts from the thorns.
She feels trapped though they say she's free to go,
A highness so empty, it almost feels low.
She wants to fly, sore high and never return,
The memory so hazy, so blurred.
She falls on her broken dreams every now and then,
What and how, a question she asks often.
They hurt her, and cripple her soul,
She doesn't remember when she found herself in whole.
A lonely dream, in an awakened nightmare: her only fear.
A breathing feeling of breathlessness,
'Alive!' she says, nevertheless.
A step beyond the invisible
boundaries,
The boundaries of freedom, which don't set
him free,
In a land, where dreams don't float on
conditions,
Where his identity is his only
recognition.
Where the voice in his mind whispers
louder than screaming conventions,
And he is a man made of his deeds, not of
their intervention.
His sleep's destination lies there every
day,
So far from where reality stays.
They hurt him, and cripple his
soul,
He doesn't remember when he found himself
in whole.
A lonely dream, in an awakened nightmare,
his only fear.
A breathing feeling of breathlessness,
'Alive!' he says, nevertheless
It's high time we felt 'Alive', too.
It's high time we took a step forward to feel 'alive'.
Join hands against sexism, it affects us all.
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