and nights glorious,
and seconds would still cumulate into hours and days,
But if the tables had been turned,
I would not be surrounded by the stakeholders of society
Trying to fit me into a prototype of an ideal woman,
Had I not been a woman,
I’d never have to ‘woo-a man’
And be defined as wife all my life.
My back wouldn’t hurt from the pack I carried in the front,
Estrogen would have never interfered with my daily life,
Those monthly reminders of the power to bear children
would have been taken care off.
Had the tables been turned,
My passions would have replaced the urgency of the holy union of man and woman,
People would look me in the eye first and then look at my chest.
My intellect would have been appreciated more than my bodily assets,
I would have not feared to go wherever I wanted
whenever I wanted,
My gender would not have specified
I was tender,
The sun would shine the same
Even if the tables had turned.
Words are her best friends and poetry the best place to hangout with them. 20, acts 10, Engineer by chance, loves deep meaningful conversations over latte, interested in psychology, fiction fan, incurable romantic.