Right to be wrong

 "It is a baby daughter!", the nurse exclaim (ed),

the husband rushes up, to check on his genital claim,

the husband looks awestruck to see her young cub,

he cheers and kisses her wife in delight,

once a family of two becomes a small club,

"Arnold is on his way", said the husband,

the wife seems captivated, though when she looks from the window, there is no sight (of him).

The parents checked on their cub, she looks pale but energetic,

her cries seem to wander all throughout the clinic!

The child seems to be fit, yet there is a mismatch,

her parents are fair yet she is bestowed with a dark facial patch,

"Whose complexion did she go on", the husband wondered,

"Don't worry, darling! proper nourishment and due care will glow her up", she thundered.

The husband seems astray on her statement, looking at his wife's tiny chest, he questioned,

"Will this be enough to keep her healthy and nutrient rich?",

to which the wife exclaimed, "I should have listened to my father and not your fancy words, 

you son of a b**ch!",

the wife stops when she looks at Arnold entering the door,

the husband was relieved for the conversation went no more.

the husband asked, "Tell me, Stephanie, how would you like your daughter to be?",

to which she replied, " a humble woman who has not committed the same mistakes as me",

The husband chuckled, for he won't have a cozy night tonight,

he quickly changed the topic and put his son into the limelight,

"Tell me, Arnold! How do you want your sister to be?", and he answered after a pause quite long,

"she must be a woman who has a right, to be wrong!".

She is a being, with her own thrills,

she is empowered, stable enough to pay her own bills,

her status should not be a characteristic to be judged about,

she is matured enough to be dating around,

it is imbecile, judgemental people like you I have a doubt about!

Loyalty and commitments are what have turned absolute,

the essence of a relationship, everything else put at mute,

I wonder why the privileges on men have not been cut,

a guy doling with girls a stud and a girl being with guys deemed a slut!

Rage is a trait a woman should never have,

"What is wrong with her, has she gone mad?",

with an unholy face and fake sympathies comes a mate with an implication,

"What happened to you, is it the time of menstruation?".

Approval or rejection is but her choice,

something she has pondered about, something she has put up as her voice,

a rejection just so happened for she has different priorities or expectations,

nowhere is she obligated to justify her actions.

A man being feminine and a woman masculine is an obscene reality,

broaden your perspective, your tolerance and your mentality,

having emotions does not burden a relationship but empowers vitality,

thence shall come a day where men are free to cry and women free to brawl,

I can see this happening soon, with clarity.

Gone are the days where there was an age for marriage,

gone are the days where the homemaking is the very woman's lineage,

this is the age of feminism, 

there comes a time where women walks beside men and the age of womankind is yonder,

you can be the king and see the queen conquer.

An ideal woman is what I want to keep, 

A tight ass woman with a perfect eight figure is what I wanna reap!

objectification of women has been on the epicentre of patriarchy,

men will be men, anarchy will be anarchy,

imperfections in your beauty does not make you any less of a woman,

short hair, petite figure, hair on body or harsh voice makes you indifferent, not forbidden.

Don't bother yourself with sleazy, vulgar obnoxious pests, 

for there shall come yours truly who chooses you for the weight

of your character, not your breasts.

The struggle seems to continue, yet our feet is intact and vision at heed,

we are the unbent, unbowed, unbroken and unpleased,

the society's fragile premises is not yet ready to burden our establishments 

of opinions this strong,

but I believe you, feminist comrade, you will put an end to 

the wrong right and right wrong that has for so long prolong(ed),

to which, I plead you, Ma'am: You have a right, to be wrong!