Satisfaction Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

I want to belong.
That's the north of my internal compass.
Perhaps, not in a society of scheming wolves.
Religion? Caste? Creed? Food? Drink? Gender?
Don't break my rights.
Never mind the nose bleeds and broken bones.
I don't want to choose.
Not where people find diversity in unity.
Find happiness in their* humiliation.
I'm not lost in a fool's fantasies.
Messages delivered. Left unopened.
Yet, for the satisfaction.
Of calling out to the receptive minds.
Let's not follow the pied pipers.
I stay in my skin, use my endowed brain.
I stop fighting.

*other (than my) communities, castes, religion.