Contempt – Day Ten of NaPoWriMo

 

You laughed at my kufi,
so I laughed at your baseless mockery.
You pointed at my turban,
so I pointed out your groundless opinions.
You told me to remove the cross around my neck,
and I told you to remove the contemptuous thoughts from your head.
You insulted me and my tolerance of this world,
yet I didn’t hurt the fly for I know its worth.
You pushed me when I knelt down to pray,
but I pulled myself together and dusted off the pain.
You paint the picture of the kind, caring mother,
but you’re just the rude, self-obsessed brother.
So don’t bother
as God gave me the power
to tumble down your indestructible towers
over me.

For if my channel to freedom is my identity,
who are you to snatch it away from me?

 

Written by Shreemoyee Roychoudhury

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