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