“Who do you think you are, girl?”
A guy classmate of mine,
blew this to me after finishing his
all the proper logics to win
in an argument,
When I was 14.
My entire body burned with displeasure
But I couldn’t utter a single word.
But now I have
Plentiful of words to reply that question
Or whatever.
Not a tirade,
but plentiful of words.
I am a woman,
you shouldn’t necessarily know
who I am.
And also,
I am a woman
You wouldn’t love
After knowing who I am.
Because I am a woman,
Who doesn’t fit into the
societal ‘womanly’ abstract.
I fight for what I deserve,
‘Compromising’ is not my term.
Don’t mistake me
As someone who’s innocent,
Just by looking at my face,
I am not.
I can manifest each intention
Of your glance at my body,
With the words that
might not even exist in your dictionary.
I am a woman,
Who grows sunflowers in her skin
Has the universe in her mind.
Who wears scars,
with pride in her heart.
Who wears the storm in her lips,
And who inhales every bit of sunshine,
In each next drink of self-love she sips.
I am a woman,
Who has her own stories
Of traumas and anxieties.
I am a woman,
Who has loved so much and has
Even traded her own happiness
To see smiles on others’ faces.
And yet,
I carry all the love in my heart.
I’m a woman,
who loves herself most.
And always puts herself first.
…….
I was barred by aphonia,
When my classmate made fun of me
In front of the whole class when I was 14.
But hey!, come to me now and ask me the same thing.
I’ve plenty of words to explain myself if you want to listen.
I just hope you come with enough fortitude to burn yourself!!
—Prerana Kattel
