Because I’m Different
My Life is my choice, though strange it may seem,
What’s absurd to you, forms the core of my being.
My words don’t touch you, my thoughts you can’t feel,
Hate me, despise me, but I’d never conceal.
You slur me and force me to cover up my legs,
Take back my freedom, and stifle my breath,
You unleash your hatred, and strike me instead,
By the roadside, some evening, battered and dead.
So, listen up, I won’t cower, nor bow down to you,
I’ll rise from the ashes, like the Phoenix—anew,
shame me or slam me, I’m different, you see,
I’ll never be your kind, ’cause I’ll always be Me.
—©Esha Mookerjee Dutta May 23, 2018
Linking up with Reema and Vinay for #WednesdayVerses.
The prompt this week is—’Different’
