The kind of Feminist, I am.

To begin with,
My take on feminism has always been fuzzy.
I have never been able to relate myself to every other feminist,
Who prefers to move around with a badge or a sticker,
Signifying their solidarity to the feminist world.
I feel like an outsider.
Neither a feminist buying the trite idea of feminism,
Nor a woman agreeing to female subjugation.
Rather a human believing in the differences in formation,
Yet confident about the resilience, strength, and wit that a woman holds,
Irrespective of her physicality and gender,
Given she understands the differences well,
In the whole of her, his and their making,
And the idea of non- existence of equality among unequal,
Be it they, him or her.