Being a Voice.

We bleed ,we breathe,We fall ,we fly.
Learning that sky is not the limit
Looking down,is the only sight.
Painting it with pinks and blues ,
That's when genders came into light.
We speak ,we scream.To make it our right. 
When Looks and cooks became priority.
Books became our morality.
I feel, I fear,I say the right time is near.
Deep down I know it's far,To fit into the radar.
So, I take a step ahead 
To give voices for hushed whispers hanging on a thin thread.
-Rishali Richard.