the 8th of March

I am human,
He is too.
They don’t believe me,
And his word is gospel.

I push hard against the walls
Of this glass box they’ve built.
Escape seems possible
For a few lying seconds.

I shout out real words!
They smile, amused.
They hear but won’t listen,
To logic and reason.

See-through and sound-proof.
Must be seen and not heard.

I am woman.
He is man.
Both of us human.
I understand.

But here I am in this case made of glass,
While you carry on pretending
To fiercely protect, to madly love,
To truly care

For me.

Your world; your oyster.
Mine depends on your mood.

Are you feeling challenged?
Are you feeling grateful?
Do you feel benevolent?
Do you fancy a joke?

I am human.
You are too.
Not greater than me,
Not lesser than you.

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3 thoughts on “the 8th of March

  1. @ RAMBLING MAD, Break the glass box, come into open space and take a deep breath. while inside, you being seen different and you feeling different than what you actually are.. So come out of the box. You got the power within you to do so.

    At the end it is same as you wrote below “it is some where in head”. find the key to open that “somewhere from head” .and remove.
    The challenge is to find out the key from the jungle where you thrown it sometime back.

    Good one; This

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