My Fiery Voice

I am a woman in the corner of every room

A bludgeoning figure of doom

In these corners, I have survived

A fortune of others’ salaries.

No, my mother was never silent

I see it on her face

All the lines she flawlessly aced.

Every time her bat hit the balls

She saved herself from the falls

She gave me birth with a tongue and a spine

I have stood over these heaps of rings and frocks

Trying not to whine

My wounded tongue screams the names

Of those who want to see me shamed

I breathe no fire

I possess no wings

My only standing defence is my voice

With which I shall eternally sing

The booming sound is my mother’s

And I shall echo it further

On my bleeding feet

I dance

I sing

In your soundproof tyranny

That trespassing voice is our ring.

~ Aazka 

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