Guns and Roses

In the womb of the earth, I was sown

with warmth and passion.

Shattering the earth, I birthed.

Some of my mates unceremoniously dug out,

some abandoned and some poisoned.

Lucky I was to see the light and feel the breeze.

More than water and manure, with love and care I was nurtured.

Playing with the bees, dancing with the breeze,

With the sun as the warm guide and the moon and the stars for cheery companions,

I grew up to be a fine red bud.

Kissed by the dew and courted by the bees, I grew up into the virgin puberty to be a desired beauty.

My Prince would come riding a snowy stallion or astride a marble tusker,

hold me in his tender hands with love sweeter than the honey and purer than the dew,

kiss me so gently that even his breath doesn't hurt me.

In the heavenly garden of bliss among the fairies, we would live happily ever after.

From where did you come, you beast?

Uprooting my dreams, burying my happiness.

Brutally plunging into my life without my consent,

tearing away my veil of feminine modesty,

Violently heaving me away,

crumpling beneath your insane chauvinism.

Is your manhood not under you? For your bestial cravings,

don't you have women in your house?

Your wife, your sister, your mother?

What right do you have over me?

What rights over my body and my desires?

What respect do you know for feminity?

That divinity in your chain's locket, isn't she a woman too?

What rights do you have to worship?

What rights do you have to live?

Being desirable is not my fault,

being a woman is not my fault,

Temptation is not Eve's fault.

The fault lies between the folds of your mind and between your legs.

Roses are beautiful, but look below, there are thorns.

 

 

Dedicated not only to the girl whose every drop of tear is slap of the shameless face of this Nation, but also to all women.