This is a poem dedicated to women who face domestic violence. This crime is on a high in India, where these cases seem to grow considerably day by day. These incidents go unnoticed and women keep suffering, but yet stay true to their husband's side. But
Color my skin,
Spineless I ask myself,
Who am I?
I look into the mirror,
Only to see nothing at all,
The mirror laughs and says,
"I show you what you think you are,
What you want to see."
Being taught to live in your shadows all my life,
This is all is left that I see of me.
"Stop cribbing! They'll go away with time," you say,
But that's what you said last week, and the week before that,
My hands just pass through your heart,
But never seem to touch it.
You might be happy now,
To know you can dominate over someone,
While the world kicks you around,
If anything goes wrong,
You blame me all-out,
Was I meant to be your little toy?
With which you could play all day long?
You don't realize it's my life you're playing with,
You don't see the consequences of what could happen if something went wrong.
Crushing me in a shell,
And then throwing me out,
I guess I never had a life,
And you never let me have one,
But it's time I get one...now,
I'm a bird locked up in a cage,
It's time I break free,
It's time I go,
It's time I go.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2010-08-23 at 15:34
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Set me free....
Cuts, bruises and burns,Color my skin,
Spineless I ask myself,
Who am I?
I look into the mirror,
Only to see nothing at all,
The mirror laughs and says,
"I show you what you think you are,
What you want to see."
Being taught to live in your shadows all my life,
This is all is left that I see of me.
"Stop cribbing! They'll go away with time," you say,
But that's what you said last week, and the week before that,
My hands just pass through your heart,
But never seem to touch it.
You might be happy now,
To know you can dominate over someone,
While the world kicks you around,
If anything goes wrong,
You blame me all-out,
Was I meant to be your little toy?
With which you could play all day long?
You don't realize it's my life you're playing with,
You don't see the consequences of what could happen if something went wrong.
Crushing me in a shell,
And then throwing me out,
I guess I never had a life,
And you never let me have one,
But it's time I get one...now,
I'm a bird locked up in a cage,
It's time I break free,
It's time I go,
It's time I go.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
Read 709 times
Written on 2010-08-23 at 15:34
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