The Reality of Womanhood
It is not a crown, nor a gilded throne,
But a weight carried, often alone.
It is the stretch of giving too much,
A quiet endurance, a healing touch.
It’s the battle of dreams set aside,
The grit to rise when worlds collide.
The unpaid labor, the unspoken strain,
The silent strength through joy and pain.
It is walking a line that’s razor-thin,
Fighting battles you’ll never win.
Expected to nurture, to soften, to stay,
Yet judged when you choose your own way.
Womanhood is neither saintly nor pure,
It’s messy, it’s flawed, it’s raw and unsure.
It is the courage to live, to fight, to be,
To claim your space unapologetically.
I am Anannya Senapati from Tinsukia, Assam,India
