Just imagining-Me

Just imagining,
I was born in a world,
That anticipated my birth,
Long before I could make sense of my being,
They had big plans, great ideas,
Of how they were going to raise me.
Slowly,as I grew up,
They started building expectations,
Of me,
As they integrated me in the society.
Willingly without questioning,
I became everything,they wanted.

Just imagining,
For so many years,I lived
In an already set program,
Every phase of my life,
An initiation to a different level,
Of the program,
Like a sheep,I followed from behind,
No questions asked.
If I tripped,I got whooped,
There was no opportunity,
To think, differently,
That is disgraceful.
I became everything,but myself.

Just imagining,
I was being programmed,every day of my life,
To be like everyone else,
Only my face,my body
Would set me apart from the crowd.
My bad fate for not reaching the cutline,
For beautiful people,I was condemned to live,
Uncomfortable in what was mine,
Oh! Partly mine.
I was supposed to preserve my purity,
For my husband!
My husband would own me,
Like one of his cows,
A maidservant to my ‘beloved’ husband
And that would be okay!
If my life ended, I would get a
Dignified burial!

Just imagining,
I got tired of the ignorance,
I rebelled,
I chose my own path,
A childhood dream,came true.
They think I am behold saving,
I wish they could save themselves.
I am free,to be myself.
I answer to no one.
I am  more me ,everyday.
Life feels good.

Just imagining,
How  far I have come.

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