you remind me
to tread gently
& not go out alone
for, I’m a woman of high born.
you advise me
to hide my sorrows
& not choose my ‘morrow
for, I’m a woman of high born.
you ask me
to fear the men in power
& bow to them in order
for, I’m a woman of high born.
& I listen to you
for, you are the elder of the family
you are the elder of me.
but not anymore.
not anymore.
I say No.
’cause our social structure is hollow.
& not what is accepted widely
may always be right.
Was Sati practicing right?
Was Colonising right?
Was trading in Slaves right?
No. Right?
then, free me!
do not chain me
while I live,
if you can not
cage me
when I die.
let me express myself
let me find my melody
let me walk unafraid,
unbowed, unprotected,
unshakeable,
I ask no more of you,
I ask no more with you.
