Undignified

Undignified

Not a person; but a gender.

Not an Identity but a Role.

Not a chance But a destiny.

Not an Option or a Goal.

 Most of us have no choice but to abide by our doctrine rules.

Immortal and Irreligious is what my parents consider the development of my mind.

To be educated is a privilege; and I am not of that standard.

I am a woman.

I have a duty.

I have a planned future to marry and care.

The works of my womb will be the only identity I have to define who I am.

I am a woman.

My skirt and vale make me inferior.

I see the boys with their new uniforms in the morning while I make my baba tea.

I ponder on what it is that happens in these places.

What they learn.

What they read.

What they speak about.

I wonder what it would be like to be there; but after a second the guilt of my thoughts haunt me as I ask Allah for forgiveness and thank him again for my life.

I don’t have the right to desire something I have never had.

I will marry and be a wife.

I will please my husband and keep my mind young and naïve.

My skirt and vale make me inferior.

What grows in my womb makes me a woman.

My age says I’m a child.

My mind is ignorant to anything I am not permitted to learn.

Not a person; but a gender.

Not an Identity but a Role.

Not a chance But a destiny.

Not an Option or a Goal.

Just a woman.