Why cannot I just be

Why cannot I just be short poem

As I stand here today
Scared of my own shadow
Afraid of the evils hands beyond
My heart goes back in time
When I walked down the road free
Smiled at strangers
Dressed as I pleased
Labels were limited to my clothes and not me
When the darkness was nothing to fear
When travelling on my own still showed independence
When did it all turn?
When did my brothers become animals?
Pushed and shoved pinched and squeezed
Beaten till my soul demanded release
I ask you my fellow humans
Am I not one of you?
Why must then I be treated such
Where each day I am reminded that I am different
Where I am restricted each step of the way
Where peace of mind is at a premium
Why must I cover, behave, ignore
Why cannot I just be
Wake up and look around you
The anger is bubbling
Enough is enough the chants echo
Make amends before all simmers over
Give me back my right to be..

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Andria D'Souza

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I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
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Welcome to HoP @Andria_DSouza, lovely piece of writing here and we raise a toast to the start of what we are sure is going to be a wonderful journey together..The angst of a soul that differs or is considered so captured so beautifully in your poem and especially like the like “Labels were on all clothes and not me”. Keep writing!

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Andria.. A few questions I have been asking myself too. Written so beautifully. I loved your poem. I wish to save it if it was an option here.

kwai chee low
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A cry of the soul, of anguish and injustice; a beautifully written piece. Thank you for sharing, Andria.

Geetha Paniker
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A.cry of every woman irrespective of age….an infant to the aged….written so beautifully.

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