My latest post on Whisper and the Roar
We were running so fast, lost our hold
on reality
it became a normal thing to
wake when darkness blotted sky with festive blackout
silence roamed halls of disapproval with tender switch
then I tasted, the purity of life
like a distilled drink, untouched by sweetness
this draft did not yield to usual fears
of becoming irrelevant as a woman
shifting weightless from one state of being to another
without permission, no discernible change
save the decisions made in our absence
by controller of who we are, when we don’t yet know
how to halt the discourse, throw stereotype and expectation
out with convention
the whip and goad of woman since
first she was brought to her knees and told
I control the discourse, your identity is shaped
and fractured by my say-so
I label your value or deem you worthless
because you are too old
beyond a date in…
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