My body
A sum of parts
Lifeless under the gaze
That shreds and weighs.
My body
A work of art
Connoisseurs galore applaud
Seizing the canvas their reward.
My body
A mystery under wraps
Yet the gaze uncovers
For others to discover.
My body
A mere puppet
The gaze decides its worth
And its fate determined by birth.
My body
A soulless entity
For if its revolt can’t be tamed
It becomes the one to be shamed.
Yet my body
A reservoir of untapped power
For I won’t let it be defined by the gaze
My roar will clear the haze.
Mrinalini Kumar is a post graduate in Political Science from University of Delhi who finds solace in expression.
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