The Politics In our Bed is a poignant reflection on the power dynamics we face in intimate relationships.

You are with the love of your life, In yellow lights and You do not want to be touched. Sometimes you do not want to do it, But he does it anyway. This simple phenomenon, Is something he never gulps. And you want to be protected, From the one, Who promised to protect you! And it makes you think about the politics in your bed. He touches you in the name of love, And it feels like a thousand insects running all over your being. You lay there like a body, While the soul screams. He chases pleasure in your fake orgasms. And like a soldier without weapons, You wonder about the politics in your bed. As his beast awakens, He pushes your head down, He travels all over you as if it's a land he conquered, And it ignites the volcano in you. You want to scratch his body with your nails, And bite him till he bleeds, And kick him where he least expects. And take a sword to behead him. You want to scream, Why is this, his pleasure? Your pain.

NO, Is something he doesn't understand. Even in the safest corner of the world, His arms, You end up thinking of human rights. A woman's endless fights. Absence of saviours & dark knights. In your bed, constitutional rights and justice, get buried in white linen bed sheets. Women helplines, Silenced, like his conscience. Isn't this an unfair trade? You envy those prostitutes, Who are willing & at least get paid! More than his weight, You feel the weight of being a woman. With his clothes, he undresses a facade, Of being a gentleman, And chivalry sets with the sun. When he gets done, He sleeps. And you are scarred for life. You become unrepairable.

In this dark film, You are always the supporting character, Never the lead. This power play in your bed, Is misled. Oh! Woman, this is our fight. Let's unite. The tears are shed, Now let's address, The politics in your bed.