Seesaw

Treat me not like a princess,
who is held by her corset,
struggling to let her hips dance freely,
without being bothered about societal norms of a perfect body shape.
Treat me not like an object of pleasure,
eyeing my cleavage, and commenting on my legs;
keep those hands to yourself,
because you would not like it if I cut them without your consent.
Treat me not like a feminazi,
who is waiting to claim the "ladies seat",
I can stand steadily on my feet by God's grace,
I know when I carry a life within me,
and years later when my feet turn frail and weak with freckles all over my cheeks,
youngsters would offer me their seats,
it could be a girl in a blue jeans or a boy in a pink shirt,
the point is they would have values of love and generosity.
Treat me not like a puppet,
whose voice is unheard beyond the glass ceiling,
suffocated in a cubicle of misogyny.
Treat me not with respect because I am a woman,
I will earn your respect without playing the trump card:
"How can you treat a lady this way? I will call the police."
Sit comfortably on your side of the seesaw and I will sit on mine,
we are equivalents,
I don't want you to walk after me,
walk with me and together we will serve humanity.

©songbriti