Insanity

1. W♀man

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Imposing and inflicting I may be,
As vulnerably uncertain I may appear,
Maybe I truly am all of those.
Confusion and charisma lie within me
And at once, together
Tall and brave I stand,
And no matter what,
Scars do remain deep within me
Trying to tear me down...
Really, I am nothing but human -
Obstinately breathtaking,
Painfully beautiful,
Heroically disastrous,
Endlessly, I remain catastrophic.

Inclemency is not only weather but me
Apathetically icy I can be
Mistake me not as an inadequate one
Since I am thunderingly bold, and
Tenaciously forgiving.
Oh, I am the not the breeze, nor the
Reckless drops of rain.
Mind you, I am the storm wholly.

Innumerable times I fall -
Abusively pushed backwards,
Mannerlessly harassed and,
Ruthlessly ignored.
Even that doesn't stop me, it never has,
Slowly and very gradually, it forms,
Inch by inch,
Longingness of springing back up
In the end, however, do I?
Endless eternities seem to fly, and I,
Not finding the strength still, manage to wobble and balance on the uncertainties -
Tirelessly, I am heaps of resilience.

Individualism is rarely encouraged in me,
All say, "Stay back, we'll help.", and then they never
Miserably, I curl myself in a corner,
Incessantly weeping,
Not because I'm helpless, but because of the
DOs and DON'Ts that have now taken the initiative to run me
Echoing insults deafen me,
Poison my mind, my heart, but
Eventually, I find the antidote.
"Now or never" runs me, not those
DOs and DON'Ts
Equipped by the dispiriting others, yet,
Not for one second, do I waste my energy on them...
Thrusting everyone else, I stand independently.

I'm driven crazy,
All take me for granted
Most of the time.
Management and supervision are my areas of expertise,
Obscurely, I am the root
That is strong enough to
Hold an entire forest together.
Everyone doesn't see to what I'm doing,
Receptively, I am a Mother.

I have a voice,
Although, some may uselessly beg to differ -
Mostly men, who don't want me to excel or shine because they can't.
Whole bouquet is not how I would put myself,
Oh, what I am is a flower -
Marvelling and flabbergasting with its very own
Arresting petals and thorns...
Nonetheless, I am woman.

Shagufta Haque
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