She was sitting there
Crying silently
Mascara flowing down
Down her broken face
Her broken fate
She was not a boy
Her truth was hidden
"You have to be a boy"
Her truth was forbidden
Secretively
She took her mother's Bindi
Lying carelessly on the bed
And wore it on her forehead
It was the only rebellion she was allowed
In a society so afraid
Of someone different from the crowd
But for the moment
It was all she needed
"Don't make the gods cry"
But what about her own tears?
The Bindi on "his" forehead
Was human civilization's greatest fear
Everybody wore a mask
She just couldn't
Or she would die
She was shakti
She was power
She was courage personified
The Bindi on her forehead
they couldn't hide
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:37 AM UTC
She was sitting there
Crying silently
Mascara flowing down
Down her broken face
Her broken fate
She was not a boy
Her truth was hidden
"You have to be a boy"
Her truth was forbidden
Secretively
She took her mother's Bindi
Lying carelessly on the bed
And wore it on her forehead
It was the only rebellion she was allowed
In a society so afraid
Of someone different from the crowd
But for the moment
It was all she needed
"Don't make the gods cry"
But what about her own tears?
The Bindi on "his" forehead
Was human civilization's greatest fear
Everybody wore a mask
She just couldn't
Or she would die
She was shakti
She was power
She was courage personified
The Bindi on her forehead
they couldn't hide
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