#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
I am an individual - with highs, lows, and a thousand paradoxes- not just a daughter, mother, sister or wife. So what if I am a woman? Let me be me, says this poem.
I am an individual – with highs, lows, and a thousand paradoxes – not just a daughter, mother, sister or wife. So what if I am a woman? Let me be me, says this poem.
Let me spread my wings and fly,
High, high up in the blue sky.
Let me laugh till tears roll down,
Let me cry till my eyes go dry.
Let me dive deep in the sea,
Sometimes I want to be with me.
Let me inhale some fresh, crisp air,
Dance, sing, and live my share.
Let me splash some water from puddles,
For this age is not a hurdle.
Let me explore the woods and valleys,
To test my boldness and my bravery.
Let me toss and turn like the surf on a wave,
Please don’t judge me, as I can be naive.
Let me chase the powerful wind,
I just want to leave my fear behind.
Let me paint myself with a rainbow,
Violet, Indigo, Blue, Red, Green, Orange and Yellow.
Please try to remember that
‘Pink’ is not my only colour.
I may go wrong or right,
Nobody in this world is perfect.
Don’t tag me weak and pale,
I have every right to rise and fail.
I loathe being judged,
I want to be unscathed.
Let me live my only life,
I know I am a daughter, mother, sister and a wife!
Only thing I want, is sometimes
Let me be me.
Pic credit: Paingouin (Used under a CC license)
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