Why Should I Respect You?

Why should I respect you? Tell me why,
When all you do is look at us and sigh,
You want girls who’ll bow, who’ll be polite,
But where’s your respect for women’s fight?

You rank us like trophies, like we’re a game,
Comparing bodies, giving us shame.
You talk of love, but what do you know?
You only see flesh, no real glow.

You say you want respect, want us to care,
But do you even try to meet us there?
I question you, you say I’m wild,
Call me a rebel for not being mild.

But I’m not just speaking for me,
I stand for all girls, who want to be free.
You feel bad when women walk away,
Based on money or looks, you’ve got nothing to say.

Yet you judge us for the same shallow things,
Treat us like queens but without the wings.
Call me psycho for having my voice,
But I stand tall because it’s my choice.

Masculine, feminine—I love it all,
But you, you make us feel so small.
When have you ever praised a woman’s mind?
Or celebrated the strength she finds?

You want respect, but what have you earned?
When will you realize the tables have turned?
I won’t bow down, I won’t fall in line,
Because respect is mutual, not just mine.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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