A Bad Girl

They call me a bad girl.

They say I don't have any manners,

My parents are unfortunate to have,

A daughter like me.

I work late nights,

I go to clubs,

I drink.

Yes,

Sometimes with men too.

So what?

If men can drink,

Women can too.

I am straightforward,

I voice my opinions,

I correct the elders,

When they are wrong.

That's why they call me a bad girl.

I can't make a round chapati,

No I can't.

I ignore the advices to get married early.

I don't wear a sari,

My hair is short,

I don't know the names of different dals and spices,

And I am not embarrassed.

That's why they call me a bad girl.

I answer back and argue.

I don't smile often,

And they call me rude.

I laugh and go out with my male friends,

And they call me a bad girl,

Staining the family name.

I have a tattoo on my wrist,

And they say,

Good girls don't do that.

I don't tolerate insults,

I break stereotypes,

And they call me,

A bad girl.