I have sought refuge in the dark

The world of Light blinded my ‘self’, my esteem, my entire being

My existence was a load

Every breath a burden

To my decimated torso

And yet I cried

And there were times I laughed 

The laugh of a hunted soul

A soul that languished behind fancy days,

Marked to celebrate me,

Or smirk at this ignominious mockery?

Revered as the Supreme mother 

Despised as the object of Supreme neglect 

My scarred face has untold ageless dirges of dire ditties

 for those who listen 

 Behind a masquerade of powerful words 

And the solitary moons marked to honor me.

A horrible smile crosses my lips

Sealed and sutured

Eloquently Speechless amidst all speeches,

Mournful of the dreadful 364 dark suns.

And yet,

I will fly

I will soar 

Feasting on all 365 suns and stars, not one single morn of glory which hides the black rays of bigoted misery.

Don't elevate me to godliness 

I seek resurgence of dead humanity 

I demand my piece of the joyful earth

I seek, I claim, I wrest it all

To blossom and thrive

This is my promise…

For eternity 

To posterity.

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March 6, 2019 (Women’s day)