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THEY SAY

by Parul Yadav

They say Eve was the fruit emerged from Adam, they say it is the women who always had her hands at fault.

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The number of the stars are countless, the accusations are simultaneous. The ego that cannot be buried, neither your soul that lushes against the shameful acts.

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They say it is the women who always gather attention, the body isn't naked. Your souls are, your minds are.

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The transmission of anger and pain is all soaked in the tears of the young.

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They say you are associated with the colors of the dark, anger, persuasive powers. They say your color is Red.

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The soft, vagile colors of the pink toys are nothing but a patriarchy being bought up-to you. The Shorts that you wear, the skin that you flaunt, the magnificent appraisal of the world that is bestowed.

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They say but they forgot those hands that weaved you. The judgemental criticism that you pass, did you forget the day you were born out of the same?

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Life will cease to exist, I say. They forgot.

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They say because they learn. The empowerment for them is the knack of societal pressure. Rise above I say.

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Feel the infinite, Know the better.

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They say, we are victims of our minds.

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Image: Peter Paul Rubens. Head of Medusa, 1618. 

Parul Yadav is a 19 year old emerging feminist from India. She is a second year undergraduate student of English Literature at Gargi College, Delhi University. Often creating a combination of her charmistic zing of art and sufferings, she confides herself into poetry and writing. Parul also has a passion for creating social awareness from the same and therefore ,believes in the fact of writing being the most powerful tool for this era!

Instagram: @parulyadav_18

Twitter: @ParulYa61901347

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