The Cycle: The Break [Poem]

I was born,

Happiness aside,

The world only mourned

It’s school time now,

Excitement aside,

My brother is allowed to grow

And all I thought was, I am falling.

As I grow up a girl,

Insecurities aside

I am not allowed to unfurl

And all I thought was, I am falling.

When my bleeding periods started,

Comfort aside,

No help or knowledge was imparted

And all I thought was, I am falling.

No school, no college I can go to

Information aside,

I am taught just how to prepare dough

And all I thought was, I am falling.

As a grown up girl, I am forced to marry

Choices aside,

Traditions, norms, rules and babies is all I carry

And all I thought was, I am falling.

Work on the field, work in the home

Incomes aside,

Sitting beside the window, my hair I comb

And all I thought was, I am falling.

I die in pain, still nobody cares

Humanity aside,

I am lonely amongst all these game-players

And all I thought was, I am falling.

I am beaten black and blue, day and night

Sanity aside,

Through silence as I am asked to handle these fights

And all I thought was, I am falling.

As I sleep beside a broken future

Hopes and faith aside,

Through the chaos I try to smile, to nurture

And all I thought was, I am falling.

I am falling, I am crawling

This world decides my fate: wrong and right

I am falling, I am crawling

Am I the hero or the victim who loses, struggling to fight?

The cycle continues I wonder as I die

The do’s and don’t’s are scripted before hand

Who will change the trajectory?

The story of this only Mens-land…

Pic credit: Rafa Puerta (Used under a Creative Commons license)

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