Choking , gasping ,
She sinks in the deep black ocean of
Enveloped in a thick black veil that conceals nothing –
black heart and your black mind ,
As you watch from the shore with your arms crossed ,
Blaming her for her plight .
She smothers , stifles and suffocates
Like a caged bird ,
desperately struggling to open its colourful wings and soar ,
High admist the thick white clouds ,
and the clear blue sky ;
while you’re busy holding on to senseless chains of patriarchy and belittling her .
But whirlpools don’t drown ,
she will rise like a dauntless vortex ;
destroying the very shore you were standing on ,
The shore which like your very own thoughts are built of grains of sand.
You can entrap a bird so beautiful ,
But she will never stop singing those summer songs ,
Songs – that give her hope and strength
To break free .
Blind in your ego and vanity ,
Numb in your rage ,
You do not realize that
She’d be gone .
Gone far far away from your reach –
In a place beyond limits and boundaries ,
In a place beyond oppression and misogyny .
Singing her summer songs ,
She’ll meet you there.