A long dress labelled me as old fashioned
A short dress tagged me as a slut
Got a little friendly with a male friend
Why I was being available to him
I stayed silent and watchful
You whispered, ‘why are you so cold’
When I spoke against the wrong
You termed me an activist, feminist
And if I don’t speak
You called me boring
When I demanded my right
You called me arrogant
When I forfeit myself
Then you call me weak
Reasons and excuses could be any
I was labelled
Tagged, questioned, judged
For your ignorance and shallow intelligence
Do not mistake my silence as emptiness
Patience is different from tolerence
Tolerance is different from endurance
Endurance is different helplessness
This is not a life time sentence
Terms and conditions applied
Your labels no longer bother me
Your chains no longer confine me
You think you are not labelled?
Which one is apt?
You choose one yourself – a parasite?
A fraud or a beast?
A sadist, that is a definite…
But you know what?
You are not even worth mentioning.