A Star Is Born
I wished that I had been born a moon free from eclipse
waxing and waning for howling wolves and young lovers
but my folks named me Stella and expected my respect
‘stardust’ they said is the essence of fortune and power
‘shine your promise and fortune follow our ancestral path’
‘I’d rather live in a cave than to be a constant reminder’
‘when right becomes wrongful opposition is duty in turn
but the template was clear and my enlightenment distant
freedom I sought with craters valleys and circular passion
the journey was dark in spite of crystal clear instructions
of how to follow and abandon dreams of independent light
in the shadow of difference I suffered lightning and blindfolds
tried so hard to be loved and embraced for who I really am
in the end learnt that labels don’t matter no matter what they say
02nd July
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