Social
Poetry:
Sometimes I am welcomed with open heart,
Sometimes I become the soul of my family,
Sometimes I am so not welcome that they make
my soul depart,
Sometimes I become the pain for society!
They are born as blessings to a family,
No one hurts them, the way they hurt me,
They care for him in ways to a better human
And yet he doesn’t respect me
He kills me, he forces his will on me
He finds ways to torture me
Torment me for my entire life,
So much that I start praying to god
To not have me a girl in my next life
To not have any poor soul get in a body of a girl.
For she is not a human, she is a girl with a body for
him to relish
With lust, and with force..coz he has the right to
live and I don’t.
She – The Silent Voices:
While I was writing this poetry, I had two people in
my mind:
I) Women a rapist disrespects
a) By dishonoring/abusing the girl/woman
physically ;
b) Dishonoring the woman who gave birth to
him; by committing such an act.
II) Rapist
As a woman, a girl sees a lot of pain and suffering..
not that all girls face these issues, but I am writing
considering the way girls have been treated so far
in many communities and places..first stanza of
my poetry speaks about the unborn girls who are
killed while still in their mothers’ wombs, and then
there are those who are boycotted by society, not
given equality or freedom..but there are also those
who are welcomed with open hearts and smiles..
the lucky ones to be in the right place at the right
time I guess.
Of yes, I feel great to be the one to give birth to
him
I feel wonderful to be his mom
I feel proud to have brought him into this beautiful
world
Only to learn the sad reality,
That he is here only to prove he is better, he is
stronger
In ways that makes him a coward
Who hides his true face in light
And feels he has the right to disrespect me,
Everytime he plays with the respect of a girl.
He is no one but just a rapist!
He has to be stopped with severity.
For the day is not far when she revolts with gods,
And doesn’t come to earth for adding beauty and
life.
Trust me that’s the day this beautiful world will sink
And be flooded in her tears of suffering!