To the real-life warriors
She had the most luscious locks
Which she was always proud of
Had her hair
By her mother
With sheer pride
Till she became the bonny bride
Alas! The kingdom of my fantasies
My world, my dreams, my king who’s
most precious is his queen
But what was this fate…this ill destiny
Wrapped in this painful ecstasy
His myriad emotions..
the strangest mélange of feelings
Her wrists clenched by the fists of the devil
Did she deserve to be beaten like a slave
Caged like the injured bird
Stoned by those marring beatings.
Those locks..those beautiful locks
Went to the parlour one day
Dangling till her swollen nape
“Cut them short”, she said
Wearing a hooded cape
“But, that’s the finest hair I’ve seen”
“Why you want to cut then and be mean!”
Shrieked the barber.
Cut it shorter, she resorted
“Keep it till your pretty ears”
the barber exclaimed
A pixie is in vogue
But shortening your hair
Was still an idea, lame.
“Make them shorter”, she cried
“Oh..no!! Don’t make me a perpetrator”
“And make me a sinner”
“By murdering those locks”
Sighed the barber, shocked.
“Make my hair that short
That it doesn’t be that long enough
Enough to come in the hands
Of the perpetrator
To Get Hold of my hair
And make my locks
The weapon to make my soul bare.”
It is not just the end to the violence
Her voice is now not unheard
The tears in her eyes
Is not the weakness
But the anger within her
Which has made her blood boil
And brought the vapours in her eyes.
Her locks are now cut
She has begun her journey
To write her own destiny
Without any societal ifs and buts.
#Love Them #But Don’t Ever Take Them Weak Because She’s a Diamond That Can’t Be Broken by Anyone.
|About the Author |
Rida Yumn Ahmed is a Youth Advocate for UN Sustainable Development Goals and a STEMinist. A mentor and a Young Member of the New York Academy of Sciences and an ambassador for many organisations, if you don’t find her brainstorming, she would be working for a cause and collaborating with people across the globe.