MAANISHAADHA:

You want to buy my voice  You tell me to keep my voice down  Why? I ask Can't bear the audacity , you say I knew and I lowered my voice I have freedom but not to hurt yours So I keep it low , tender you may say and I love you  more . You tell me to keep my voice down Why? I ask Your fingers pointed to me You say, My vagina controls my lungs. I knew the harsh undertone and I respond With a roar, a shriek of rage I loathe the excuse you found I can smell the foul in your heart And  now I know how annoyance becomes resistance and  vice versa. And my voice is not for sale.