I'm Sorry

I'm sorry for women out there

who do not have a room of their own,

to cry out loud.

I'm sorry for women who do not have a space of their own to soliloquize.

I'm sorry for women out there

who suffocate in the air of pretension and who struggle to let go.

I'm sorry for women who cannot enjoy the silence,

And who are silenced when they want to whoop it up.

I'm sorry for women who cannot say 'no',

Who is touched, when they don't want to be.

I'm sorry for women who are surrounded by when they long for loneliness.

I'm sorry for women whose broken heart is not mended.

I'm sorry for women who are killed a thousand times when they live.

I'm sorry for women who can be billionaires by selling their tears.

I'm sorry for women who are blamed for being selfish.

I'm sorry for women who are doomed from birth.

I'm sorry for women who bleed and bleed and bleed,

And who cannot give birth.

I'm sorry for women who are called ugly and dark.

I'm sorry for women who carry 'impossible' dreams,

who are criticized for being chameleons.

I'm sorry for women whose virginities and loyalties and sexualities are questioned.

I'm sorry for women who want to escape from toxic relationships.

I'm sorry for single women who are getting old,

and single mothers who grow bold.

I'm sorry for women who do not know cooking,

and who are trapped in the kitchen.

I'm sorry for the plump and thin women.

I'm sorry for men trapped in women's bodies and women in men's.

I'm sorry for women who are sensitive and depressed.

I'm sorry for women who seek pleasure,

who sell their bodies for a living.

I'm sorry for women who live independently,

who are considered as 'asking for it'

because she revealed the skin that should not be,

because she is traveling at night.

I'm sorry for women who want to love women,

but who are counseled and called hysterical.

I'm sorry for that extra X chromosome.

I'm sorry for women who are not sorry.

I'm sorry for being a woman,

for my womanhood.

Because every time you make me apologize for being a woman,

I feel guilty.

A.C

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