I PARCH MY THROAT

Not that I am not thirsty 

May be my gender playing the spoil sport with me

I restrain and restrict myself from drinking water 

Yes,I am a working woman born in a third world country

Where no toilets greet me for miles and miles 

Yes ,I am rural woman 

Where I feel shy to go out into the open to pee

As if it is a crime they look down upon me

Yes, I am school and college girl

Where there are no doors to the toilets 

I need to walk infront of preying eyes with wicked eyes 

For all the neglect 

I end up collecting stones in my kidneys

Under bright lights and on the operation table

 Yes, I parch my throat at the indifference

Being born as a woman 

I have to face this inevitable catastrophe