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A post-modern woman of technology doesn’t sit at home crying. 

A post-modern woman of integrity doesn’t remain silent and suck all her pain. 

A post-modern lady with grace does not put up with the shit you throw upon her. 

She gathers and amasses them towards you, writing diss tracks. 

Wish you had enough balls or brain cells to understand them! 

A post-modern woman does not cry over a man. 

Because the world is wide enough, and a man can’t give her the thrill that she craves! 

A post-modern woman is no longer shy.

She won’t let you be a bully, but you can be her ally to get her favor.

She is as stubborn as a bull; she lowers her horn to stab you—not from behind, but confront her. 

Eye to eye—she dares to give a stare!

And have an equal fight.

A post-modern woman is reluctant to absorb your negativity. 

She is out there—to have fun, to enjoy herself with all the adventures and experiments she was not mindful of. 

A postmodern woman would no longer sacrifice her needs just because you manipulated her in the belief of a fairytale love. 

A postmodern woman knows her true worth, and she keeps revealing it over and again!

Fairy-tales were a lie.

Sleeping beauty was not awakened by a kiss. 

Cinderella was not smitten by the prince. 

Snow-White was not spared from the chores she did. 

So, how come your selfish love let her forget about her wants and needs?! 

A post-modern woman needs to explore, 

To explore the world and the matrix beneath! 

She wants to fill her eyes with the amazing artworks of the world’s premises—

the mountains and the rocks.

The shadows and the fogs, 

The crippling deserts and the riverfalls, 

The limitless sky shall be her abode!

And here you come to limit her small space that she owns?! 

A post-modern woman was born to run a race! 

Tremendous extremes and lows she is destined to face! 

This time, the colossal cosmos will adjust to her pace, and damn it, believe it or not, she will ace! 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Time Frame: March 2023

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