Treasure Island

Shreya Jani

(April 1981 / India)

White and Red


I can still hear the chants of white and red
White and red
the sound so overbearing slamming in my head
hammer shattering glass white and red
White and red
childhood lost when white sheet turned red in bed
Conformity still holds on to the norms of white and red
White and red
the fault is your to let it happen constantly fed
the soul screams breaking the silence of white and red
White and red
Here comes the guilt again which I always dread
when will I be free from the clasp of white and red
White and red
Man takes position, corned forced memories bled
victims of stigma attached still of white and red
White and red
the heart warms then panics into cold lead
intimacy trapped by the judgment of white and red
White and red
you are not the only one reassuring said
that suppose to make you forget white and red
White and red
if this story of little girls then society must be dead
as women stare blank to justify experiences of white and red
White and red

Submitted: Tuesday, April 09, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 10, 2013

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