Don't try to invade my personal space,
Don't touch my body nor my face
No, not because of your gender and race
Neither because I' having bad days
It is for everyone, you're not the special case
Whether in public or in the workplace
Remember this basic rule always
"MAINTAIN AN ADEQUATE DISTANCE"
Not that I want to treat you like dirt,
I strongly mean these words, not a blurt
On my thighs and under my shirt
Certain touches cause great discomfort.
Trust me, it has nothing to do with the mood
Only that, touching someone without consent is really lewd.
Humble request, not to sound rude
Just try to act a little more prude
For long, in our society it brewed
A judgment rough and crude,
That the victim was supposed to be reviewed
But now that our senses have been renewed
All those cool dudes are really screwed
Because now legal measure will be pursued
You'll be surely sued
And judges will be the final ones to conclude
For sexual harassment
Or touching without consent
So you better act a little descent
Or jail will be your next segment
And all friends who've been through this,
Whatever you tolerated, whatever you underwent,
Play, push, pull or another torment
You need to suppress their dissent
And put forward your argument
Ask for help better not too late
Courage is all you need to generate
Be patient, be sedate
And at last, everything will be in a better state
Justice is not served in silver plate
No need to hesitate
And for sure, this movement, once you initiate
A lot will be able to relate
Your words should debate, activate and agitate
Your actions should illustrate, educate and generate
Don't dominate, irritate or isolate
And finally, it should cultivate and recreate
Our new and safe world
I’ve been writing so much poetry lately and holy shit it’s the best stuff I’ve ever written and I’ve been doing poetry open mics and I’m getting such a good responses and next year I’m going to self publish a poetry book and no one can stop me.
This is a poem I wrote way back in early 2017, when I was just starting to write poetry and was too embarrassed to sign my full name. I only signed them O.T back then. I’ve redone it into a spoken word.
Wisdom is a quatern poem in trochaic tetrameter about careful insight.
Here's the poem.
Wisdom
Far beyond every surface
lies wisdom right there.
It is found in the grass and
the smoothest of stone;
Through the earth and the
water – the fire and the air,
Are the numerous insights
to seek all alone.
In the deeds and the trust
of both kith and our kin,
Far beyond every surface
lies wisdom right there.
Through our hearts and
our minds - in the
dreams there within,
Are the trials and the
truths of each form
we’re aware.
In the words that we speak
with both candor and care,
Keeps the knowledge and
spirit of present and past.
Far beyond every surface
lies wisdom right there.
It’s the greatest of people
whose purpose will last.
For each morsel we eat
and impassioned pursuits -
With the times we compete
through the ways that we dare,
It’s our measured approach
That is truly astute.
Far beyond every surface
lies wisdom right there.
my mother’s divinity stains my fingers, my mouth all bloodened by her devouring faith.
she tells me if i fast if i keep my soul pure, god will forgive me for sinning/loving a woman/not wanting to marry a man of my faith. she tells me another priest in the village saw god and i bite my mouth so i won’t bite god in the wrist, i keep my mouth closed so god doesn’t get to leave the rotting stench of my rage, i kill myself so i don’t bring his wrath upon my devout mom.
when you ask me if believe in a god, i will lie between my teeth (as my grandmother through hers when she told my mother god will be good if you pray and god will punish if you don’t) and say “no” but we both know i can’t blame a god i don’t believe in, i can’t pray for his forgiveness if i don’t wish to forgive him.
My girlhood was defined by being an image of a goddess, they told all little girls “tum devi ka roop ho” (you are a face of the goddess) and all newly married women “laxmi ji ghar aayi hain” (goddess of wealth and prosperity has entered our house) but no one saw me that way, no one sees us that way. They call us a goddess and tell us to marry into households where an ordinary man would beat up his “goddess” wife. They call us a goddess and expect us to sit cross legged on the bed and tell our surviving daughters that god will be good if you pray and god will punish if you don’t and no one questions god for punishing the murdered girl fetuses for not praying when they weren’t even given a chance to learn to.
and yet i believe in all the inauspicious tales, i am afraid my mother’s prayers will stop protecting me any second, i am afraid the god will punish me for loving, i am afraid the god will ask for my kindness and i will hand him my life instead.
it becomes a cycle, mom. you will disappoint me like a god and i’ll claw at your approval like your devout, you will love me as a daughter and i will fear you as my god, you will continue chanting as i bleed (you have no choice, you can’t stop in between can you) and i will forgive you like a dog.
Another cycle ended and I’m torn to pieces yet again. This time the only person I’m angry at is myself. Why’d I wait so long so let you go? Why’d you fight so hard, when you let me know a long time ago how this would end.
I never wanted your heart or your loyalty. I wanted to be there. To feel you next to me, hear your breath, stare into those eyes. I just wanted to feel safe. I wanted this to be easy.
You triggered my deepest thoughts, made me aware of what was wrong. Unveiled my deepest wounds and I’ll forever be grateful for that. You showed me the deepest ways in which I don’t love myself fully. I pleaded to pour into your cup before my own just for you to look at me.
I recount the many times I should’ve said no, the many times I should’ve gone home. Im at embarrassed at the things I overlooked, the blatant disrespect that I ignored.
I’m pissed I didn’t walk away sooner. I’m pissed I believed my delusions. I’m pissed that I’m left to feel all these feelings , deal with all this regret.
To desire love so deeply and chase after those that refuse to give me just that.