1.
I cannot afford to voice my
opinion
I squirm in the comfort of
shutting up for my loved ones
My safety net wasn't woven
that dense
2.
I am pulled back by the ankush
of check marks against my name
on a society list.
I was taught to fear
instability,
to remain afloat and not
cause ripples
I was also taught to use a
lot of words
as any woman should in a
male dominated world.
A wrinkle-free everyday
thanks to privilege
where any reaching out
is read as an act of pity
3.
I am convex when I stand in
the crowd-
entitled space, I was meant
to occupy
even before I was born -
Quick to reach the counter
at my local shop
I am concave as I bow down
to education and
intelligence
inert happy, inside a
bubble
not wanting to interact
with the outside
I fuse instead with the
father of my child
we parent together, or make
love.
4.
and a bucket when I receive
These identities where I
take your space
and you take mine
intersect
5.
who worked in our fields
Amma had asked me to give
her a glass of water
She swept it away
fearfully, inevitably
saying,
the child doesn't know.