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Ishita Joshi Poem
Why do we fight,
just cause we don't agree?
Seems like we have enough to
waste of time and energy.
They made Shylock antagonist
but really he was more right than he was Jew
for we all have the same eyes to view,
the same organs, senses and affections too.
We're similar in so many ways,
yet we obsess over our differences for days.
We discriminate against those others-
the disabled the destitute and the gays .
A black man, George Floyd was killed
over a 20 dollar bill
and once Jamsetji Tata could not enter an inn
because of the colour of his skin .
They didn't like the trans woman's voice,
the black man's hair they despised.
The villagers believed they were so much different from them
that they fought them and condemned
right under the eyes of their beloved Totem
whose chants they knew all so well
"Love thy neighbour" at the church they'd tell
yet they wouldn't accept a foreign immigrant
and people even slightly different.
"She's black and fat and ugly",
they said like beauty's not subjective.
She was only nine then and
of her body she was never again acceptive.
Her mother told her she's lovely
but nothing no one said could help
the words of those few
had imprinted on her like a tattoo.
In a little village far away,
gossip travelled fast.
Small or big
no secret would last .
The village found out he
married a muslim girl.
They beat him with stones and sticks,
they were done with his foolish tricks.
Returning back from a temple
a woman said about another couple
"they're inter caste, their marriage won't last "
over the poor couple a jinx had been cast.
The villagers cast jinx on the "jinxed castes"
the villagers wouldn't touch their hands
or visit their lands.
These castes were deemed untouchable.
We're more similar than we think,
More like each other than we believe.
We emphasise too much on our differences
instead, our similarities we should see.
A world where Hindus and Muslims don't fight.
One world where all the races unite.
A place where brotherhood beats bigotry
is the world as I'd like it to be.
Copyright © Ishita Joshi | Year Posted 2023
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Ishita Joshi Poem
i was at a party when
a guy groped my thigh
but i just brushed it off,
cuz atleast he laid an eye.
Who cares about consent,
when you're as ugly as me
we just take what we get
cuz noone loves me.
He took me to his room,
we were there for a little.
He told me that I'm pretty,
and i was fulfilled.
The compliments only lasted
however, until he came
He came and he left
literally
Snatched away my recently acquired self worth
instantly
So now I'm still fat and im ugly,
and without any love.
All I really am is
just a one night stand.
Copyright © Ishita Joshi | Year Posted 2023
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