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Nylee Mar 2017
She
There are things she hide,
Even  from  herself.
She will not ask for help,
She has too much pride.

She will work harder,
she will do things more,
She'll not let other see,
Her problem is much bigger.

She will not say,
That she is tired,
She'll pretend normal
and join others anyway.

She want to not be dependent,
She want to make her own road,
She wants not others advice,
Just appreciation of her achievements.

She has many dreams to complete,
and many more left to see.
She wakes with the fire,
And she is ready to compete.

She has power, she has will
She has love, she has ambition
She is special, she is unique
She is the one who makes your life meaningful.
Megan Parson Mar 2023
Violet, like the bruises you've hidden.
Indigo, like the dark circles you've overwritten.
Blue, like the opinions they've seen zoned.
Green, like the jealousy you've known.
Yellow, like the golden cage you fly in.
Orange, like the red flags you've seen.
Red, like paint when you bleed.

Do we add colour to your life,
Or do you colour ours?
A women's day & holi write. Question is, can a few days make up for centuries worth of oppression? I hope we remember the women in our lives everyday, & not just on women's day. © Megan Parson 2023
Druzzayne Rika Mar 2022
Tremendous effort by those who develop ability
to keep their tongue in check
For a day from being politically incorrect

I do mind when you look at me
Saying do not mind and then proceed to tell
Another cutting sexist bad humour.
Those who do are the real joke.
Druzzayne Rika Mar 2021
You'd remember to appreciate me one day a year
For one whole day, It is so surprising
my thoughts would be heard
While I'll remain a piece of furniture
from the very next day.
Happy Women's Day
kiran goswami Mar 2021
I like women's day.

It is the only day,
When men finally respect women

For 24 hours straight.
kiran goswami Feb 2021
This is one interesting day
when my father gifts makeup kits and concealers
to my mother

To hide the slap marks gifted to her a day ago.
Buven ThePoet Aug 2020
It becomes a secure and
congenial home
When a woman is around,
bonny circle..
If you treat them well
They bless your heart with
love and arouse
your intrinsic glow
Dear women..
You are strong and comely
May this day allay the
extreme heat
and assemble serene skies

Buven Thepoet
Sheldon Dsouza Feb 2015
She walks a narrow path,
over a valley filled with wrath.
One wrong turn,
and in the fire she's left to burn.

She always dreamt to stretch her wings, but never did fearing the stings.
She always wanted to soar high,
but feared the endless predators in the sky.

A smile she wears as the day goes by,
lets no one see the tear in her eye.
The pain in her heart goes un noticed by most,
though it rings from coast to coast.

Her voice no one ever heard,
not a single sentence or word.
No laughs of joy nor cries of pain,
all for herself to contain.

Lonely at times she gazes at the night sky, trying to catch any falling star that may go by.
Wishing for her misery to end,
wishing to enjoy life and its moments with a close one, a friend.

Laughs and cries to herself at times, putting down what she feels into rhymes.
Pushed around forever,
rarely allowed to pursue her own endeavour.

Her goals and dreams,
never morph to reality it seems.
For others she lives,
without thinking her everything she gives.

How long will this go on,
how long will she suffer from dusk to dawn?
All the injustice and spite,
will this continue to be her plight?

Why can't she be allowed,
to rise up and touch every cloud?
To laugh more and less to cry,
all set bounds and limits to defy.

To fight and to resist,
to deal with every twist and tryst.
To have an equal foot on every front,
no more to take the brunt.

Her eyes never to sparkle with remorseful tears,
to do away with all her worries and fears.
Her freedom to life and right to every joy, lets protect and not destroy.

To end her pitiful plight, and let her enjoy her life’s glorious flight...
Butch Decatoria Dec 2019
I am she
Who compliments & completes
The dream-lover and wishes
Made when he is asleep.
I am she

Who suffers the most,
Giving birth, cradling ghosts,
As the crone or maid,
(Once and always)
Sister, mother, daughter, wife.

I am she
Who waits through the night.
I am she
Who equals the strength
Of his light.

"See me with your loving eyes,
See me more than the tears I've cried!"

I am she
Who is willing
To go with him to war,
Not a man but as an equal,
(I'm both soft yet hard)
I am she
To whom he'll give his heart
I am the tunnel's bright end
I am where
The family starts,
The breast which nurse small men.

I am she
The twin,
The Juliet,
The Goddess divine!
I am she
Who deserves the same
in life, and for all time.
(Peace be…)
I am she
I am you
I am her
I am the one besides
And inside
She is I…
The romance in the dress,
Patient Partner to the ends,
Tiny dancer on the floor
I am
The one that loves you
Forever &
Evermore.
Revised final edit.
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