born a sinner, under crescent moons and among chants of "talaq, talaq, talaq" forced to hide behind a star studded veil to be preserved against blood thirsty eyes glass bangles and silverware replaced the dolls in her hands and the fairyland of her dreams led on a rose colored path, and into a gold painted cage marked marriage greedy scars crafted by her lover marred the canvas of her body only punctured fairy blue wings and dying embers of an electric soul remain but she rises from the ashes, sits on her velvet throne and adorns the bejeweled crown she reclaims the legacy of her goddess mothers, durga and cleopatra this time you don't get to see our strained faces, this time you don't get to mock the dying fire of our eyes because now, we know our rights. now we're armed with spears of knowledge. we're the queens of our own kingdoms, unique in our reigns. we were supposed to be treated like flowers, right? but you threw us into the mud of your crimes and we bloomed like lotuses, reckless and vivacious. we earned it all. - standing beside, not against
i wrote this when there was a lot of controversy regarding the triple talaq bill in india. amidst that socio-political turmoil, i wanted people to pause and think about women as human beings first, standing in solidarity ♥️