I abhor myself for breathing in grey,
When I wish to come out as a rainbow.
But they say it’s erring,
They make me feel mortified of some delinquency I have never performed,
They glower,
They call me horrendous things.
They take me to the temple,
To sponge off everything they think is wrong,
And do not realise god has more significant issues
Than a girl lying curbed in a closet.
My mind is anxious,
My body is insecure,
I am ashamed,
For, I do not have the nerve to bolt their mouths with my fist,
It feels that this society will never let me escape,
Some call it a phase that will just pass,
Some call me confused.
But in real, it’s there mind what’s fused.
The hole I am confined in,
Is small and suffocating,
I am unable to breathe.
Oh dear, when will I stand in light
With my head held high with pride?
Getting accepted is much more than getting a prize.
But I will rise,
I will rise from this,
And will feel glad and proud for who I am.
I am a rainbow!
-Khushi Batra