Find a Woman

Find a woman, Pull her down

Call her names, show her, her place.

When that doesn't work, accuse and accost her

Whatever floats your boat.

Bully her and break her

Shake up her confidence

See her crumble.

Isn't that where she should be?

As long as she washes them, and cooks and cleans

Feeds your hungers

All is fine. She is a body to serve you, isn't she?

But then why did she use her brain.

She was made out of your rib

How dare she make her own place?

To take her back to where she belongs

Hang up your coat,

Your work is done.

Smile, revel, soak in your victory

Rest a bit.

Navratri is coming.

Those few days when you worship her

But those will pass in a wink

This attitude sadly is not gender centric

And then your search will start once more.

Find a Woman. Pull her down.