The New She

//The New She//

Dressed in glittering sarees

with a face heavily coated in makeup

I once sashayed through

the city's crowded intersections.

Outcasted! was it my fault that

I lost even my only blood connections? 

I clapped on the faces calling me a sin,

turning around, do you know?

I too cried a tear unseen.

Knitting, weaving was all that I knew,

Interlocking loops was my passion

discovered only by a few.

Creation was my work,

seldom did I ever destroy anything,

then why was I often

shackled in such stereotypical string? 

But, never did I let myself consume,

the darkness that once occupied my room. 

It was a change, I set my heart on

the hands that once went begging,

now a creator thereupon. 

The woman in me knew no bound

Once perplexed, choosing

the societal gender, 

now its "the new she" that I found.

 

@pari-phrasis