refused to move from her seat—
we should’ve seen it coming.
That was the first crack
in the throne.
Then they snatched
voting rights.
Wore pants.
Cut their hair.
Took our offices
and didn’t even say thanks.
---
It was over
when Indira Gandhi
held a nuclear button
in one hand
and the parliament
in the other.
While Margaret Thatcher
turned strikes into statistics.
They became doctors.
They flew planes.
Engineers and architects.
Even lawyers till the
Divorce papers got
Real efficient.
We were done for
the moment when
she stopped asking,
“Can I go?”
and started saying,
“I already did.”
---
Then the internet
Happened.
We made a feet pic viral.
It was all accidental
But seemed like a
Crack of hope.
But we took it slow.
One step at a time.
You’ve won.
“You can be anything now.”
A slow and steady pampering
Is all it too-
"Boss babe, scientist, president,
Fighter pilot—
But first, show us the haul.
The skin care.
The lashes.
That soft morning light
on your upper thigh.”
---
Then came the first
Storm of hot steamy pics
On the internet.
We needed better algorithm
Is all to get what we need-
"Not footsteps
into parliament halls.
Not footprints
on the moon but-
Semi nude pics with
Crushed lips. More and
More filters,
set to trending Audio to
Make them say
"You go gurllll"
---
She dreamed of Mars.
But her inbox
was full of men
offering $10
for a video
of her stepping on grapes.
She wanted to build rockets.
But her reels did better
when she whispered,
“Guess what color panties today?”
---
And while she filmed
“Get Ready With Me”
for the fifth time this week,
We quietly rewrote
The algorithms to
Encourge the same.
The lie was elegant—
It took them on a swirl
And eventually OnlyFans
Exploded.
“Empowerment is sexy, right?”
That's what we kept
Whispering-
And so, liberation
became a filter—
not a fight.
Makes Savitribai Phule
Cry in the corner.
But, well well-
Feminism now rots
In the confines of
Flashing flesh on screens
And we go happily
Sipping pleasure
Over the rejuvenation of
Our sweet comfort -
Patriarchy.
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