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...