The Forbidden Tone

The warmth of my tears is known to my heart For my cheeks are not privileged The sound of my cry is known to my brain For ears are forbidden For no reason I was blessed Blessed with the mask to wear Together with the pain to bear With no shoulder to lean on I am For I am the shoulder to be leaned on I am a pillar with rotten inside Only the mask knows the description of the pain The pain in my heart. Pleasing is our specialty Since anything less is cruel. Living in our own world we are Where sexually assaulted by women is called weakness and the vice versa is violence The world where eyes are witnesses Witnessing women getting jobs with their skits and dresess And the queue is where men belongs to with their pants The world where blending in is the only option Or forever hold your silence. Thirsty for justice we are But the courts are one way street Deep down we would like to swallow our pride Pride of being strong and tearless But the world is deaf for my voice Gender inequality sails free For only the rich and women are entitled While poor men get thunders of criticism Criticism for speaking in forbidden tone.