Just Another Day
A couple of years back, I wrote this. It’s sad how its relevancy is always going to be there.
Woke up in the morning
to see a flood of messages
‘happy women’s day’
they said.
Woke up in the morning
after a good night’s sleep
to see people celebrating women
like they never did before.
Woke up in the morning
and saw my peers wishing me
happy women’s day they said
but it doesn’t feel like one I said.
Woke up in the morning
and checked the news
for maybe another girl in the world
wouldn’t see the light of 8th.
Woke up in the morning
to see a flood of messages
but I didn’t feel like replying
for a woman’s worth doesn’t rely on the 8th.
Woke up in the morning
with a heart full of anger
for all my girlfriends
were still scared to go out at night.
Woke up in the morning
with a thought of running the world
but that doesn’t work in real life
after all, life isn’t all Beyoncé.
Woke up in the morning
thinking of today as a normal day
but wishes flooded
in the midst of an unfair world.
Woke up in the morning
opened Instagram and read comments
women were chastised for being themselves
how do you call it women’s day?
Woke up in the morning
with a heart full of anger
for no day can determine
the worth of women
and no wishes can diminish
the pain we go through
during the rest of 364 days.
