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The Freedom to Be

I am vulnerable, confused, flawed, twisted
I am what I am.

I don’t want to cook,
don’t want to clean.
I don’t want to be
A wife or a mother.
I choose what I will not be.

I can wear a six yard
or a two piece
I can shun style 
And chose comfort instead.
I decide to look how I feel.

I may soar, I may burrow,
I may sail smooth 
Or dive deep with in
I steer my life as per my wish.

Do not give me names
nor assign roles,
do not set standards 
and place me in boxes.
I am not a commodity. 
You are not the creator.
We are but children of Nature
Unbound by roles,
 Both wild and free.
Let us embrace isness
and create some harmony.

Copyright © Ramya Vishwanath

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