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Spare poetry that is also expressed through professionally shot pictures, this is a chilling look at how an Indian woman is enslaved under the garb of ‘marriage’.
I am a woman.
My jewellery is a sign of my slavery.
My necklace is a noose around my neck,
Choking me, stifling my cries.
My bangles are shackles,
Tying me to the patriarchy.
The anklets that tinkle when I walk,
Ensure that I don’t stray outside the Lakshman Rekhas of society.
Is the red I wear,
A symbol of love and prosperity,
Or of the inauspicious blood that I have silently shed throughout my life?
As a bride, I ask myself,
“Am I beginning a new life, or ending it?”
A version of this was first published here, and Photography by Mustafa Ali
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