Dear Mr. Donal Trump


I am a woman Mr. Trump, not just someone for you to feel up.
I have hopes, ambitions and dreams of jobs, consent and ownership of my own body.
When you encourage men to grab women “by the pussy”
You encourage the 250,000 men out there, who are doing exactly that.
When you talk about your daughter’s body and comment on underage girls,
You encourage the 63000 men, who make young girls insecure in their own homes.
You own pageants and claim to be a connoisseur of beauty in women of the day,
But Mr. Trump, women are not just beauty and trophies for you to display.
You call women fat, ugly and piggy, blame their husbands’ shifty eyes on them.
You try to insult your opponent in a presidential race for the whole world to see,
By threatening to bring up her domestic troubles and her husband’s infidelity.
You call out TV anchors, reporters, comedians, editors, actresses and sportswomen
Using “ugly”, “fat”, “bimbo”, “piggy”, “irritating”, “overrated” and of course, “trash”.
You talk about menstruation and “blood oozing out of ears and everywhere else”
You talk about breasts and backsides and decide whether women are hot or not
 As if every woman’s life’s work was nothing beyond her sexual organs.
You want to tell women what to do with their bodies and lives they grow inside them
When you also blame women cohabiting with men for instances of sexual assault.
You judge women by their ability to please their husbands with the perfect dinner
You are sexist, bigoted, foul-mouthed and a caricature for a politician Mr. Trump.
Along with good governance, empathy, human decency, diplomacy, intelligence and wit,
Another quality you obviously lack is the knowledge which tells you when to shut up.

(In response to Aditi Rao's 'Dear Mr. Yadav I too am an Indian woman')

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