06/07/2021
The mother to the child in the womb, woman.
The wife to the too naïve, subdued husband, woman.
The caring sister to the aggressive brother, woman.
The rebel daughter-in-law to the patriarchal family, woman.
The career oriented, zealous scholar: woman, is that you?
How could you even dare?
“I am not sorry.”
“keep me chained, bruise my heart;
make me cry, make me sob-
haunt my world through the darkest of nights,
make me drown while I’m grasping for breath,
and you can do anything,
anything, really
but I assure you-
I will make it to the shore.
I will strive my way out, I’ll drown, I’ll fear, I’ll fall apart-
But in the end,
I will fly.
I’ll fathom the depths
which the curious writer once left to muse-
that all your presumptuous beliefs
and the disguised scars you once left on me,
with the bruised faces and the broken bones–
the splintered selves and the shattered stones
will shimmer from a star which you thought
burnt out long ago, slowly and steadily.
but no, it didn’t.
it was biding its time, mapping out its existence
it was breathing, it was thriving-
it was creating a universe which the world was yet to behold
and now, it has been brought to existence.
to defy you.
so, then I will tame galaxies
cross time zones in a minute,
and love the sunlight like it’s my favorite song.
I will scream my name out into the void,
into those shallow waters
with those grayish blue pebbles, which you once threw on me.
and you know what else?
I will be heard.
and then my voice will echo from the sunshine you barely left
from the crippling window of that summer barn
where I wept until the rain fell down.
the things that you did, the things that you made me do
will look back and haunt you, one day
and you’ll be left wondering how you ever ignited that flame.
but that flame won’t burn me down, never me-
because this is what I always was,
and this is what I always will be-
Untamed.”
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