Don’t ogle at me when the strap of my bra shows
You know I wear them.
Don’t eye me down when I ask for sanitary napkins
You know I bleed every month.
Don’t feel merciful when you give me my rights
I already own them.
Don’t caution me against the social sins
I am not the weaker sex.
Don’t get cold feet when I walk beside you
I am not a follower.
I love teddy but I can use a gun
I talk soft but I can hit hard
I give birth but I can be a face of death
I walk with my head high with no shame or regrets
I am proud of every bit of my person
Who am I?