#casteism
It's life, the cost of love.
We pay the price for being in love,
for feeling like we belong with someone.
The whispers behind our back,
the cruel judgement.
Our parents tell us to follow our religion blindly—
Why can't they see the truth?
Religion, caste, hierarchy;
not only do they divide humans,
they draw the limits of love.
‘𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦?
𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯.’
Why do they criminalize the purity of true love,
then turn a blind eye
to the toxicity of a rotting arranged marriage?
They act like being in love is malevolent, inhumane,
then they **** their own family members,
call it 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.
Oh, the irony of that.
Don't be bruised by their words, threats—
Run away with your love,
live your life the way you deserve to.
In the face of blazing fire,
instead of trying to save everything you have,
save that one person who loved you unconditionally—
Escape the terrors of this world.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
Midnight!
Midnight!
Midnight!
The burning sensation of those word were hard to digest
Sorrow, Tear, How ugly can I be
Black is Beauty I say…to whom they say
Midnight! Midnight!.. you are as dark as Midnight
I'm haunted by those words, As they stuck to me like fresh sap from a tree..
I’m drowning, I’m drowning, I can’t get free, those words will forever trail me..
They trailed me; they jarred me, Blackie Tutu! Blackie Tutu!
How can kids be so cruel using skin color as a tool
I held my own and stayed cool for I knew has long I was in this school my fate was doom.
Pickey-Pickey head! was the melody of the song
I listened allowing the word to sink into my soul
The beat made me sick and I knew this one would also stick
I Looked up to the sky wondering why
No! No! No! Woman don’t cry
Be an African and hold your pride…
Hands by my side, I held my head up high
I found the fight within me, Stone faced Killer bee
I faced the music and it set me free
On the attack I had them flee…using word to conquer thee
I carried on knowing freedom wasn’t free and then
Like bolt of lightning it occurred me
To defeat them I had to BELIEVE in ME
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Not equal
We are not born equal
I'm born in a naked cage
Open hostilities
A crown of thorns etched into our being
Namelessness is considered a gift
We are not born equal
The weight of expectations
The brunt of brutal suppression
Of our existence
Is incomparable
The pain that we never deserved
Yet is destined for us
Religion defined me
Contained me
Yet changing it
Abandoning it
Does not break my chains
Often I wonder
When people cannot realize
The wholesale selling of humanity
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC