There is a little less freedom,
You would find it unreasonable.
I say, be a woman for a day.
Not more than Eight in the evening,
I was walking down a busy road.
Talking to my mom on phone,
Loving the family drama, she loves to tell.
She has stories for everything,
And so do I.
I am living a life, and I don’t wish a life sentence.
Crossing paths with a few aimless men,
I dread it. We dread it.
I crossed a group of men standing,
And I cussed to myself,
Why ATMs are so deserted?
And while on phone, I kept moving.
Their eyes followed, and my heart stopped.
I took a step back, dropped the idea of giving the rent.
That fear, that disgust, that helplessness, that anger,
We live with it everyday.
And so when I say, we have a little less freedom, agree.
When I say, we need Feminism, agree.
Or live as a woman for a day.
Just for one day.