you and I are women, we are
trudging through this day to day existence
with honey on our tongues and
fire behind our wrists, clutched tight
out of sight, hidden. you and I are
women, we are painted faces on
pained expressions, smiling through
our teeth, clinging onto ambition, it
seeps through the veins our mothers
built with iron, to teach us protection -
oh, we are tired, tired,
tired, we are crying
to be human.
today, I choose,
for you and I, to lay down
the burden of every expectation.
today, I will don mismatched
clothes and drive a fast
car on the highway, you will
take a walk through the woods,
she will sip whiskey with her friends,
we will stroll along the shore and
build castles in the sand. I will sit still, read
my way through a loud hurricane, and
though the world may come knocking,
we may shut it out again. it's time
to find our way back to ourselves,
the world has taken all it can, here's
a few hours of peace, solace.
here's a room I built,
for you and I,
we call it a
This poem was originally published in the 'Curated by KOPI Collective' segment of the Young Feminist Network's January Newsletter run by Everystory Sri Lanka. The theme was 'Self Care.'