I’m a GIRL
A war cry for change
I’m a girl, Should I be sorry for that?
Pardon me, but SORRY seems like an old friend in disguise.
Almost a part of the body that I barely own to myself and over time it got assimilated in my blood and veins. I wish I could turn back the time and stamp a sorry to my granny who went pale when the nurse said- ‘ It’s a girl ’, Forgive me for not being able to grasp your family’s legacy that sadly I never found in any book of history.
I was ten when my mom said- kids don’t play in the dark, ‘Scary monsters will show up and eat you’ that’s how she would sum things up.
Now I’m twenty and pretty grown up, pretty grown up to be drooled and judged.
But darkness still scares off my mom, maybe even more now!!
Nothing has changed except for the monsters, they look quite human now.
Those monsters must have felt awful being hailed as scary and ugly right?
I always wanted to peel off their faces and admire that rough skin and raw colors, for something they truly are but even monsters had to blend into a form that the society would accept and adore. Some monsters would tag me a queen, just to lick and taste every inch of my skin but when I raise questions on my queenly rights, they would turn me down to a slave tainting me for a slut or bitch. There are a million footsteps scattered on my loamy glistering sand seeking for warmth in foggy winters, some unwanted and some are of them who had a castle moulded out of it but that couldn’t stand the fierce waves of the flaws I had been carrying. Everyone loved the soothing fragrance and vague texture of my sand but nobody liked it with dust on their hands, I’m tired of seeing everyone retreating for the shore and now I’m left alone, untouched like the infinite others of the same kind of my own. I drowned my heart in gloom, spending nights venturing woods and seas with a darkness that is unmatched and beyond all that I’ve been through. I’ve no intentions to be a queen now; I slay monsters when tempted and bored.
