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splayed splashed and splattered she shades of ebullient blue on skies languid and as glided and rolled and pirouetted her spirit swirled beauteous clouds in bounteous ecstasy      pigments of hale she lent to rainbows pale as sparkled in sun her tinted wings nurtured beneath them her burgeoning dreams unbridled in vastness soared her flights a many Girlhood years ~                                   ~spirits                      ~ rocking                                               ~  frolicking                                                                                                               ~like mirthful waves thence came the age of early youth when sprouted an ogre from thicket of rules born of patriarchal seeds devoured her open sky space where her spirit sang danced and grew coerced to gulp a concoction made from meaty pulp of social codes to her hitherto unknown transformed she into an ‘ideal’ woman - compliant, subservient, submissive and meek wishes waned dreams drained little remained of the blue in her skies and of rainbow hues
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
faded sky and a rainbow pale
splayed splashed and splattered she shades of ebullient blue on skies languid and as glided and rolled and pirouetted her spirit swirled beauteous clouds in bounteous ecstasy      pigments of hale she lent to rainbows pale as sparkled in sun her tinted wings nurtured beneath them her burgeoning dreams unbridled in vastness soared her flights a many Girlhood years ~                                   ~spirits                      ~ rocking                                               ~  frolicking                                                                                                               ~like mirthful waves thence came the age of early youth when sprouted an ogre from thicket of rules born of patriarchal seeds devoured her open sky space where her spirit sang danced and grew coerced to gulp a concoction made from meaty pulp of social codes to her hitherto unknown transformed she into an ‘ideal’ woman - compliant, subservient, submissive and meek wishes waned dreams drained little remained of the blue in her skies and of rainbow hues
Reflections on times when women were deemed fit solely for raising children and doing household chores... And groomed accordingly... Defying their defined role and stepping outside seemed almost unimaginable... Inspirations from Simone de Beauvoir's quotes- “One is not born, but rather becomes a woman.” “Her wings are cut and then she is blamed for not knowing how to fly.” “Woman is shut up in a kitchen or in a boudoir, and astonishment is expressed that her horizon is limited…..Let but the future be opened to her, and she will no longer be compelled to linger in the present. ”
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India
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
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