That day she didn’t fight.
Her hands were clutched,
Her mouth was shut.
Her body was beaming with anger..
And eyes were flushing out the pain.
That day she didn’t speak,
She lost all her words.
She silently watched, while her soul died.
And what left now is empty and void.
You may snatch my breath and tear my life apart.
You may try to stop the beating of my fetal heart.
You may try to end my existence inside the womb.
But my friend! I will rise again.
You may try to burn my wings and lock me down in the cage.
You may throttle my pride and suppress me with your rage.
You may try to shove me inside the dark.
But you can’t stop me from rising again.
Does it hurt to see me evolve?
Does my one brave step cause your fall?
Does my wild laughter outshines your individuality?
Or does it force you to bend down your morality?
All these years,
I tried to save me from your prying eyes.
I tried to act normal while you were gazing between my thighs.
But now, no more!
Gag me, bruise me or burn me..
I will breathe again from those ashes.
You may end this life,
But I will rise again.