They called me Jimmy,
the boy with no hair,
the girl with no dreams,
but I was more than that.
Daddy loved me
but dismissed me,
we never were ones
to talk, just silence.
They never asked,
I never told, but the eyes,
all those eyes,
wondered aloud - Why?
I didn’t want to be
a girl with no dreams,
not allowed to dream
because I was a girl.
I wanted freedom
so I made a bargain
with the ancient gods,
and traded my hair.
They called me Jimmy,
I never missed being a girl,
but I could still see those eyes,
wondering aloud why why why.
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2 comments:
wow man!!!! a retaliating touch with the deep feeling of emancipation. It seems a theme peom for Mira Nair.
Thank you. That was an honour :-)
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