Yes,
it's now a heroic tale
A play that hasn't still ended
Though more than fifty years have passed
my history is an eternally bleeding injury
of a body split right in the middle
No matter how many times the divider is divided
I will remain the remainder |
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Dangling
deaths all over
Chastity floating around in wells
Pativratyams buried under the earth |
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Black,
white or red
whatever colour they may be
the religious veils over the faces are just the same |
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Bodies
full of cracks
are but nail gores of male beasts
They are yonis scattered far and wide
after he has squashed and thrown them away
History is full of my flags of victory
of my body branded with blood! |
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This
is a never-ending conversation
An un-severed memory |
