On the verge of lighting up
my womanhood rose like a flame
"Nah bro, you're cool" he said
"Excuse me, call me sister instead" I snapped
But apparently sisterhood is not as cool
and is just not comfortable to be mentioned in a group of friends
as it will rip people's masculinity apart
Faster than a gym bro coming at you
to fix your form
Well, it depends on preferences as well
You see, my sisters would prefer to be called 'BROS'
to feel cooler like a human
instead of a hot object ready to be eaten up
by this patriarchy
Call me for what I am,
A Woman
strong and myself.
I don't have to be a guy to be respected or taken seriously
Call me a Sister instead
not because I am insecure about my femininity
but because it is pretty cool to be a Woman
Strong and down to earth
chill and everything
when I called you Sis,
you felt degraded and
your masculinity was stripped down
But let me tell you,
My sisters are much cooler and stronger
than any BRO around
"Because we all have words at our disposal, a dictionary full of them. But it takes a poet to spin them into gold"- Anonymous
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Sunday, December 3, 2017
Your first dive
1. Look over a cliff
2. You have to jump in the water
3. It is okay if you are scared
4. Hear the words "You have to" in
the back of your mind
5. Jump, no matter how scared you are
6. Know that you are stronger than you think you are
7. Take this confidence and stretch it out like a clay
and wrap it around you like that is the most powerful thing you own
8. Tell yourself, it is okay to be scared,
but necessary to overcome the fear.
No matter how much you avoid it,
Sooner or later, you have to confront it
9. Be proud of yourself and your confidence,
10.Wear the clay around you
2. You have to jump in the water
3. It is okay if you are scared
4. Hear the words "You have to" in
the back of your mind
5. Jump, no matter how scared you are
6. Know that you are stronger than you think you are
7. Take this confidence and stretch it out like a clay
and wrap it around you like that is the most powerful thing you own
8. Tell yourself, it is okay to be scared,
but necessary to overcome the fear.
No matter how much you avoid it,
Sooner or later, you have to confront it
9. Be proud of yourself and your confidence,
10.Wear the clay around you
Monday, October 9, 2017
Neighbors
My right door neighbor is afraid of dark
It pulls him in like a black hole
My left door neighbor is a free soul
And he laughs at the world like the future never existed
I sit in my chair Waiting
for the clock to pass 12
As darkness creeps into the shadows
My right door neighbor never heard me cry
He heard my laughter Trailing
through the despairs I do not want to recall
My left door neighbor never saw me leave my house
“You cry a lot” he said
I sit in the chair waiting for it
to be midnight Crying
in my chair, waiting for the laughter
to kick in
Like the drug I wanted to try I am
addicted
My future reckons me
As my neighbors leave for their work next morning
My left door neighbor never saw me anyway
My right door neighbor never heard me anyway
Sunday, July 9, 2017
Paper boats
When I was young,
I used to love rain
I could feel the raindrops crashing my face
Like the tears of joy
Nothing ever made me happier
I left a paper boat once
With a memory I wanted to forget
I thought the puddle was big enough for my small hands
And as I grew up, I grew into the idea
Until I had left all my memories in the paper boats I never wanted to see again
I grew into my future
I wanted to travel thousand miles
Without a break
I wanted to go across the giant puddle and see what's on the other side
I wanted to touch the sky on the other side
But how did I oversee
I started receiving my paper boats I left years back
They were heavier now
With all the memories I tried to suppress in
The weight of the boats made the puddle look fuller
Now that I feel the paper boats
I can still see the moments
Gone by which felt like infinite days
Dragging me with them
I used to love rain
I could feel the raindrops crashing my face
Like the tears of joy
Nothing ever made me happier
I left a paper boat once
With a memory I wanted to forget
I thought the puddle was big enough for my small hands
And as I grew up, I grew into the idea
Until I had left all my memories in the paper boats I never wanted to see again
I grew into my future
I wanted to travel thousand miles
Without a break
I wanted to go across the giant puddle and see what's on the other side
I wanted to touch the sky on the other side
But how did I oversee
I started receiving my paper boats I left years back
They were heavier now
With all the memories I tried to suppress in
The weight of the boats made the puddle look fuller
Now that I feel the paper boats
I can still see the moments
Gone by which felt like infinite days
Dragging me with them
Sunday, April 30, 2017
I saw a girl
The girl I am following is right there
I believe I have a crush on her
She is there hard to love
Smiles with a curl and a twirl on her inside
Hair like a desert
Too coarse on the outside and barren on the inside
I look into her eyes and see a poem
Promising but hiding under her eyes
Her eyes are shouting
But I see fire
Burning up
It is about to blow someone up
It is going to let her blow herself
This is hard
This is difficult
I ask her what is her favorite book
She turns around and starts walking
She is a story made of thrillers and disaster
She is a book full of disasters
I follow her to the elevator and see her put her foot in
She takes a step back
This is a wind flowing from her face like the Sahara desert which taking the precious ashes away from her soul
Which the fire left
The logs of wood are trying to get out
The eyes are still white
I see fire
I do not know where it comes from
I see music
Never had I seen it before
I see the rhythm
I take a step forward not knowing where I am headed
I try to touch her she disappears
I see ashes
I feel the ashes
I look at myself in the mirror in the elevator,
I see fire
I am the fire
I see her rising inside me like the flames turning bright with every flicker in their body
I see her I see her strong and bright like she is unafraid of life
And someone I wanted to be
But she was in me all along
Insecurities
Part 1: To my insecurities
It is painful how sensitive you are
You tremble under the slightest disturbance
Like a mimosa plant hiding itself from the hurt
For some guy who could pull just the right book
So that the book shelf could fall apart
It is tiring and exhausting
Trying to clean away your tears
Your mess every time you cry
Running behind you getting you
Inside the shed again
I am tired
It is embarrassing how offended you are
By everything that doesn’t exist
Like that one time you decided to break down
When you a saw a skinny supermodel
Or the time you heard the word rape
And you panicked
Like you are in the middle of the ocean
And a wave was going to eat you in?
It is tiring
How many times I have to run behind you
In the middle of the night
In a forest with you on fire
About to take the whole forest down
Like the strongest flame in the world
Trying to get larger with every breath
Part 2: My insecurities talking out loud
My memories
As bright as oil pastels
Vivid but put together
But still as pictures
I point to the edge of my shirt
Stained with yesterday
Darker than the others
Crawling through my mind
Drop by drop
Deep inside the quicksand
Hold my hand I am drowning in
It is difficult to get out
Of this thought
I am freaking out
I am pulling myself
Inside the ground
I cannot move my toe
Some day I will wither away with the drifting sand on the beach
And it will be unheard among the breeze and water too loud
And indifferent to my whines
You put me down just by triggering me
You don’t even have to say the sentence
Just say the first word and I am gone
With the fire that was burning bright and lost in the flames
Which are indifferent to my plights
You are so indifferent to my world
I stay here being taken as a joke
I try so hard to not be offended by you
But this is hard and stabs me in the places
So wrong, I feel I deserve them
Part 3: To someone who took my insecurities as a joke
My steps kicked the dust out of my way when I was walking with you
Thought I could suppress my eyes if I fooled myself
I would imagine getting the stars to the ground with you around
But my insides could not stop crying anymore
I wanted my insides to stay in the deepest of the insides of my soul
Wrapped together in a blanket of my grief
Stitched with a scar
I tried holding my breath as the stitch wasn't just right and it wanted to break off
But a burst of fire followed by darkness
Led me in the solitude I always needed
I saw My face which a scar hid inside the layers of my insecurities
and you will never see the stitches
I am tired of trying to look over everything
Trying to assume, you still like me
Hurt is just a form of love anyway
I have been burning my tongue all this while
So that you can notice me
But you always denied the existence of my tongue
You never saw beyond the sugarcoat all over my body
But I won't let my tongue burn anymore
With your lighter
I am here for the thoughts mightier
Than the judgments
And my gut stronger than just an offense
Monday, April 3, 2017
When a woman will roar
The moment
you see light at the end of tunnel
And must
walk all by yourself
When you
don’t have a hand to hold
You will
lead yourself to the rainbow of gold
and thousand shades of glitter you have never seen before
Do not
be scared to walk alone
While
you were growing up,
You might
have heard
'Women
are bad with directions',
'Girls cannot
drive',
or 'Girls are
bad leaders'
People
will tell you
'Being
alone is difficult',
'You need someone'
Let
them talk
The
moment you see yourself in the mirror
And see
thoughts and beads of confidence
Rolling
down your arm and you try to catch them
and you
will lose track or
When
you hear your own voice and
Hear the
strength holding down
Years of
struggle and tears
and
lights.
You
will hear a roar
The
roar is loud enough for the people to hear
When
you will open your mouth to speak
Inside the
the dark tunnel,
People might
not notice you
But you
will be heard
Your voice
will echo through the millions
Of pores
in the walls
And will
wake up the sleeping beings and fairies
Your
roar will be heard
With
every step, you take,
The air
particles will vibrate
Shaking
the ones next to them
Talking
to the wind while whispering
a rumor
the world hasn’t heard in a while
Your
steps will be stronger than
Stereotypes,
metaphors, and body types
You
will realize, you are more than
Society,
rules, and limitations
When
you will call for yourself,
You will
hear back from million galaxies
And discover
the unexplored parts of you
Do not
be afraid to scream
When
you will walk down the aisle
And realize
your own hand
Can be
trusted more than others
You will
revive
You will
roar and shake the world
The
only time you will realize how powerful you are
Is when
you are by yourself
You are stronger
than concrete and glue
Do not
be scared to be alone
You were
never a space to be filled
Nor a piece to someone’s incomplete puzzle
You are
a voice who can shake
The core
of the earth
Your
roar will be heard
Sunday, March 26, 2017
Under a million layers
You never
thought the wound
Was supposed
to let itself show,
It was not
supposed to take in air
Or tell
the world that it exists
It was
hidden among the million lies
While it
had a million reasons to not speak up
The wound
hid
for a
million years
under the
million layers of you
The unfathomable
but invisible pain
Can strike
you inside your heart
You know,
there’s always something changing in the world
Some changes
are good, some are not,
Among
these changes, the wound forgets its importance
The world
told it, it is not important
But instead
of feeding it air to breath in,
You put
salt over it
You amplified
your own pain to match the world’s
But there’s
so much pain in this world, you will never be able to match
This is
not a competition, this is you
Your pain
is your story and not a participant in some race
Just
because you are different
Just because
your pain is different
Doesn’t
mean it doesn’t matter
Your voice
was not meant to cry itself to sleep at night
Your voice
was born to be heard
Your voice
is the sword that can
Tear
through borders and centuries of injustice
When I
tried doing it, I reached the other end of the galaxy
And received a
lullaby back
But
instead of letting it put myself to sleep
I let
myself ease the tension in my skin and let my wound show
Believe
me, it was always supposed to be shown
Thursday, March 9, 2017
The sixteen year old
Mirror breaks and crashes to the reflection of her
In front of her eyes, with a loud crackling sound
Everything turns loud for her
These flashy lights, shiny noise and brazen words
"I don’t want no mirror anymore", she says.
"It has shrunk my reflection in my own eyes
Day after day, moment after moment
And every negative thought the world has feed in"
"What is wrong with me?" she asks
When a young teenage girl stops eating,
It is concerning.
After years of mockery for being a body type
Not flattering to men,
She decided to shrink herself to a size of a tear drop
Dropping its way to the earth and burying itself
Inside the layers of soil where people cannot see past her skinny face
Every mirror cracks to the high frequency voice inaudible to humans
Of a teenager everyday shrinking her body and mind to fit
Herself in front of male gaze
“I am no one if boys don’t like me” she says
“Without a man, you are just not complete”, the society tells her
Because, every thought she has, puts her in competition
With her lovely female friends
Because when a teenager stops eating, it is concerning
When a kid stops growing past the views of the society
And inhibits the span of its dreams, it is concerning
What is wrong with me she asks?
Because people barely looked past her body type
and the buried skinny face
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