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  • Sabeena

This Weight on My Chest

This weight on my chest doesn’t sleep at night

The thoughts in my head make me cry in fright

Every day I wake up with the same realization, the same sense of doom, an unsettling sensation

Is today the day it all becomes too much?

The blood, the batons, the panic, the rush

The news makes me wonder if today is the end, the families, the children, my suicidal friend.

Pain behind doors remain whispered secrets, floors are mapped with family violence leaflets

Families smile with sons as their glory,

Their daughters sit silenced, hiding their story.

Colour, nor caste nor religion will rule

Not Geetha, not Tony, neither will Abdul


What is this life we are fighting to live,

We're working so hard trying tirelessly to win.