Not in protest but in acceptance of my other being
As my mind continues to fight reality,
And my heart weeps in accepting
What has been forced on to me.
I wish to see my face in the reflection
But I only see the blurred vision of my future.
Draped in that red saree,
As I approach, unity of my man and I
I relive my entire life in front of me.
Like frames in a movie reel,
My blinking eyes witness my past.
Moments when I was proud of myself,
Days of mischief and freedom.
I was free and innocent.
But look where I find myself now.
In a pool of dead fish,
Floating not to survive, but
To conform and be,
The one I am not.
I draw closer to see my face in the mirror,
But I only see the blurred vision of my future.
They say marriage is sacred.
Sacred because women conceive,
Because women rare children,
And because men order.
I am free, not because it is easier to be
But because another person doesn't have the right to say that i'm not.
I reach out my hand to the reflection in the mirror,
Uniting myself to the another me.
Ceaselessly, transcending into the one I wish I was.
Sometimes I wish,
Being trapped into the mirror was easier to be.
I draw closer to see my reflection in the mirror,
But I only see the blurred vision of my future.
