Survivor And Warrior
Being an infant
In my mother's big abdomen
I heard all the screams of our kinsfolk,
Drafting for my demise before my existence
Into a world I desired of merrily inhabiting.
I kept on questioning mother with a knock
That, is the world so cruel?
" Yes ! " was her reply.
Being a kid
After a long voyage with barriers
That mother erected for escorting me out,
I was often given pessimistic speadbreakers
In the path leading to my magical fairytales,
Crowded with robust desires and hopes
By letting me hear to the same idioms
A girl can't dream!
Being a teenager
I was compelled to seal my soft lips
When shades of black was embraced,
Whenever I was harassed, left torn apart for
Just being who I desire to be and that's a girl.
My heart was made fragile with scars
Engulfing my anatomy and edges of
The mind cramped with fantasy.
Being a survivor
After hastening eclipse o'clocks
And threats of being a deceased epitome
I approached with a revival for fabricating
My fragmented pieces of fragile core with
adhesive tapes of courage and strength,
Being the ink in my torn folios I
Perpetually swirled with hopes.
Being a warrior
I devastated the evil facades
Veiling in the corners of dark alleys
And elevated views against the sapiens who
Tortured her in mother's gigantic cute womb.
Girl who resided in edge of vacated room
Smiled when she left her anxiety and
woke as the only Crown.