SONG OF THE FUTURE WOMAN

(A celebration of the destiny and evolution of woman)

 

PROF. V. RAMA MURTHY

 

I have my uterus hung in the lab

It is in a glass flask

There my eggs will fertilise

And there my children will grow.

Isn’t it disgusting for a woman

To carry another life in her belly?

So I have my uterus out in a flask

I won’t rear another life in my own belly

Like an animal, like a kangaroo.

 

I have my uterus out in a flask

To say ‘no’ to deliveries

To keep my muscles taut

And my mouth of pleasure tight.

 

Hail evolution!

Hail technology!

The uterus has dried up in me

Like the human tail

And appendix.

 

I am evolved

I am liberated

No more for me

The travails of

Child-bearing.

 

I am equal to man now

Perhaps more than man.

What a primitive thing he is

With his beard still growing

Despite his new razor blades

I have stolen a march over him

In evolution, in emancipation.

 

No more child-bearing for me

No more monthly flows

No more I fear rape

As I run no risk

of pregnancy.

 

I’ll myself chase the man

Till he takes to his heels

And I shall laugh

At my own impetuosity!

 

Under the banner of

The uterus in a flask

Women of the world

Unite, fight the MCPs

Kick off their impudence

And assert your

Independence.

 

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