Here's an ode to all Soumi's unsung Sitas!! Enjoy!!! Mita.
Broken Rules
I write words I barely comprehend, in tenets you do not grasp. Yet I continue to write for you. For one day you might learn to read me (though you might not wish to read me now).
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People say I'm privileged. Privileged "what"? Privileged that I escaped my sisters' fate? (limitless confinement, endless drudgery)? Privileged that I dare to dream? (seek refuge in broken rules)? I'm painfully aware even literacy is a privilege. So, I compose alien words (pretend, defend, survive).
My fate is perhaps sealed in the lines of my palm but I refuse to believe. (deny, defy, survive). I will trip and falter over the alien words you refuse to read, but I will make you understand (I will wait until) In abandoned history, in posterity (you will acquiesce) and together we shall rise empowered in our morrow.
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