A version of equity in equality

P.C:- RxC 271

I ask for no special place,

I ask for no special status,

I ask for no special concessions,

Acknowledge what is mine, as mine,

It isn’t in your power to give,

It isn’t in my nature to plead,

I wasn’t meant to serve you,

You weren’t meant to boss me,

I ask not for your share,

I’m not ready to forsake mine,

We were meant to live in harmony,

Under the same canvas, we were meant to thrive.

Look around you,

Nature celebrates her female tribe,

Be it a peacock’s search for his bride,

Or a mammoth’s matriarchal pride,

Be it a koel’s call for his mate,

Or a serpent ‘s dream date,

Look around.

Acknowledge my space to live,

You are here, so I am,

You are here, because I am,

Weaker sex was coined by humans like you and me,

Nay, don’t be intimidated by my power,

And without this day to day power squabble, survive.

Of one man’s folly, let not the whole tribe cry,

To all the humanity who’ve laid foundation of strength before me,

Let the progress continue, upward!

‘ tis not but a dream,

Acknowledge what is mine, as mine,

Simply let me survive, in a space that’s simply mine!

205 words

P.S :- I’m not sure if this suffices the prompt or comes across as too powerful, but this is what I came up with. My intention isn’t to hurt anybody’s sentiments. Thank you.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Reena Saxena for hosting RxC 271. The theme is “#EmbraceEquity”. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading. Also linking to Earthweal’s OLN 160.

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