By Reshma Kadvath
I am a feminist, not a terrorist,
My strength is my femininity, not my fist.
My fight is not for money or might,
But for equal human rights.
I am the voice that roars.
We are at par, or maybe more—
So loud, so intense, wrought with feelings,
Soon will break the glass ceilings.
I am Shakti, not merely to be revered,
At the hands of whom patriarchy will be severed.
I am just one of the many at play—
Sisterhood of Goddesses, we are here to slay.
In olden times they called us witches—
Some burnt, some hung, some left cold in ditches.
But nothing can stop us, law or lashes,
We are the phoenix, we rise from our ashes.
Exploitation, abuse, discrimination, the agony
Caused by years of bias and misogyny—
Worship us not with folded hands.
Come, join us in our quest, hand in hand.