I was raised to work,
Run the house,
And look after my brothers.
When I should’ve been playing, exploring life.
My job is endless.
I marry a man who can’t even fold his own clothes.
And I am told I am weak.
I give birth to a whole new life.
I clean. I cook. I care for in-laws.
All the while there’s a person growing inside of me.
Don’t tell me I am weak.
Your job, your money, doesn’t make you powerful.
Step into my shoes for once.
Working all day, staying up all night,
Never getting compensated for my work.
You are the “breadwinner”,
Only because I’m able to be the breaker of bread,
You get to have a career,
Only because I’m able to look after you, after our children.
I am strong.
Loyalty, love, compassion are my strengths.
My sensitivity and my emotions are signs of my divinity.
Put me down. Shutter me to pieces.
Like a phoenix I rise back from ashes,
Only stronger and wiser and a better fighter.