Reality is the biggest b@#tch
All her life she was the outsider,out casted race, a werido, a strange girl
That failed to fit into the sterotype boxes the world forced her to be in
Yet she navigated through the ups and downs
From being last to be picked in groups
The one that people fail to remember the name of
A simple exovert but a mystery to many
She was a open book waiting to be read
But no specimen dared to read between the lines
And forced her to be cornered in the inoverted space of tittle
That she never wanted to be in the first place
But today she will shout it out to the world…
Her story, her pain, her sorrows
Not for your sympathies
But to burn the agony that has built a temple within her
Every day it rings bells and chants the peace out of her
At the age of 4 was a toy to sexual harassment
Done by a person who she fondly called brother
Who approached her with chocolates and filthy mind of thoughts
How even when she begged to stop he would still drag his fingers up her skirt
And his tongue down her flat chest
After he had his fun he would threaten her if she dared utter a word
This visual nightmare tormented her for more than a decade
Neither did she share nor dared to forget the incident
The scar deepened with time
Life was harsh on her at every turn of bend of events
At a age when she didn’t know what racism was but was a victim to it
She was bullied even on her birthdays
Cried like a helpless fool in girls toilets
Scrubbing her skin with nails
digging them into skin until it turned red and sore
Till her skin wept the blood from underneath
Cursing the skin she was born with
Every lunch break she hid from the preying bullies
Being a total misfit where ever her feet carried me
Adolescence and puberty hit like worst nightmare
Diagnosed with pcod
Finally her health and body payed dues to her stress, anxiety and depression
Little did people fail to understand her
But only rewarded her with tittles of mediocorcy
Yet she was battling with things that missed the eye
As she was faithed with a chronic disease
The sadness, pain and tiredness with which she carried herself
Every women’s monthly cycle became a curse of her existence
Fighting with things that were not in her control
As her body started to go round
From racism to body shaming a total switch
Hirtruism that killed her confidence levels in the rest of high school
Name calling to sticking fingers down her throat after lunch
Building insecurities upon insecurties
As her grades plumited backwards
As her health detoriated
She slowly began to stop feeling happiness
Closed the doors of the world from hurting her
As the cells her body could not stand the insulin resistance
To which the cysts became benign
Her tear ducts burn every night as she crys herself to sleep
Against the backdrop of music so that so one will know her pain of her secrets
That has built of fort of high walls around her
If only people saw what she was hiding behind that nervous smile
That hid a million traumas within
When the closest turned to foe
Therapy years together just made her a actor
Not by choice
Under the tears of conflict
Finding another day through pills and potions
Where she brought sleep through prescriptions
Fighting her way through the mess created in her mind
She started building her staircase for herself
picking up the stones that were pelted on her
learnt it the hard way and always far from comfort zone
When her reports warned her that she should not take more stress
When the society declared her to be unfit to be a Dr
When the circumstances were against her
Yet she chose to follow her dreams
To prove the world that it has treated her wrong
And it chose to mess with the wrong kind
She went to earn that DR prefix
A lot has happened
She learnt the art of not giving a f@ck
Life is a crule master my friend
She redefined suffering and her ability to withhold it within her knows no bounds
Every time she gazes up at the stars and there stillness
She wonders
maybe its us humans who are the parasitic illusions of humanity
Living in skyscrapers and concrete jungles
with the discriminations, selfish greed and the sochicated society virtue viruses
That only dignified our so called isolated lives of dullness
Every mature sole needs a person to fill there insecurties and pain too
As carrying the burden of being mature has ruined her
To a heartless beast
or perhaps a thorned desert flower
That defends itself from the world
As she gratifys her existence with thorns of isolation and words
So that no sole can see and let alone understand her harsh truth
With repeated defeats and inferiority
Till the ends of time
Proved herself to be one in a billion
©G.V Raghavasree
My aim of writing this is that girls of the modern world from a very young age are exposed to stigmas of harassment, image issues, suffering with anxiety, cyber crimes, depression, bullying in school hierarchy and forced to suffer with unexplainable reasons of stress and lack of positive mental health.
It’s not easy to deal with them… Most of the girls deal with the silent suffering treatment and have no idea how to deal with them. These issues and emotions are somehow traped with them, piled one on top of the other as they grow older.
Most girls don’t know know to approach parents or how to share these problems with friends. All I am asking is to have a good rapport of communication with your friends, daughtets, girlfriend, wife and mothers….
We,the women of the modern 21 century have the gene of being head strong and emotionally driven. Men please be patient and dear women we have to look out for one another at the end of the day.
I want to throw light on to these issues and hope it helps someone out who is reading this.
This is too all the strong women out there in the world carrying the world’s toughest burdens and striding with the challenges of being a modern,working and independent women… Bravo to you women… You are motivating many girls who you don’t know… Please don’t stop…. Own yourself dears.
Thank you for all taking time to read this…. I know it’s quite long. If you enjoyed reading this please do share it along. Good day😊
Wonderful Raghavasree…
Phases of life depicted clearly
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Thank you so much Athira. Means a lot😇
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Very powerful
Captures the true image
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Wow, that is so powerful, Raghavasree. Phew. The work you are doing is so important, my friend. You are shining a light on issues, which are in need of eradication. Your poem touched me deeply. Thank you for baring these words for us to read. Have a great week, my friend. 🙏
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Thank you so much Jeff. Your kind words made my day. Thank you soo much for your support.. Really appreciate it . Have a great week ahead too😇
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You’re welcome, Raghavasree, always my pleasure. Always. Thank you. 😊🙏
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😇🙏
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Such a poignant and powerful piece of work Raghavasree ❤️
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Thank you so much Samreem. Glad you liked it. 😇
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My pleasure dear😊
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😊🌻🌷
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I dont know how old you are but I feel your generation carries so much from feminine repression. I also know of Indian culture girls are not valued and there is so much abuse.. this is wonderful to read these things need to be spoken about.. there a qualities of both strength and vulnerability we women need NOW in the right doses as things have been the wrong way for too too long.. keep telling your truth, scream it if you need to. ❤
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Hahaha I am 21 years old. Yes Indian culture is a lot to process for a young girls as they are stuck between the traditional conventional ways and the modern sophisticated ways.Some fight for the right and are abused into being silent prey to this misogyny.I truly appreciate you taking time to read this. Made my day. Yes things like these should be spoken aloud and discussed and are not meant to be shoven under the carpet of secrets….. Hahah thx for the advise – I will scream till my voice is heard. Thank you once again 😇🙏
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21 I am glad you are fighting this hard at 21..I was buried at 21…you have a long rich life ahead of you…
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Hhahaha I try my best… Thank you so much dear… Hope your words do come true. Good day😊
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night.
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Thank you so much….. Truly means a lot 🙏😇
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Yo go, girl! So glad you brought out these issues in your poem. Most women bury these issues and they often lead to so many mental health issues. I hope more find the right people to discuss their issues with. More power to you! 👏
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Thank you so much dear. Yes women tend to hide these issues and it’s about time to these hush hush are put to a stop and openly talked about. Appreciate you taking time reading this. Good day😊
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This is your most beautiful & powerful writing….amazingly expressed….not only have you captured the real image but you also have given the real chills….bringing awareness is so important today….keep up the fantastic work. Raghavasree ✨
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Thankyou soo much Navin. This really means a lot.. Your support is always a boosting agents that make me do by best. Glad that you liked it. Yes as a writer its our job to make people realise and think. Thank you once again😇
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You’re very welcome, Raghavasree….it should be me thanking you for bringing such important issues in light….it’s very much needed….keep expressing through your writings & paintings ✨
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Habba I am honoured. I always try my best. Your support means a lot😇
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😊✨💫
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Goosebumps… Beautifully painted… 👌
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Thanks so much man😇
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Wow this post really brought out the feminist in me, and I really, really love how you wrote this. Even though the only thing I have trouble with is self-negativity and image issues, but to all the angels who do suffer from sexual harassment, bullying, and depression, I hope they know that they are strong and that they are not alone. ❤
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Thank you so much dear. I literally put a lot of time and thought into this… It’s always good when your efforts get noticed. I am sorry that you feel like this about this way.. Maybe it’s time you spoken to someone about it.
Have a great day
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You made me speechless 😶..as always or more than that, this time you were able to give voice to millions of suppressed words of victims..bold and brave..keep up the good work dear..
As you said this time our feminist thoughts goes in parallel somewhere the same..😊but this is brilliant I must say..
Anu@lafemina
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Thank you so much. This made my day. Your support really means a lot to me.
Haha looks like we are back in the ginx game. You always bring the out of box message in every blog of yours. Compared to you I am no where….
Good day😇
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😀humbleness 😜
🙌🏻stay happy and blessed 🙌🏻
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Hahah yes. Thank you for your blessings😇 🙏
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