I WILL NOT

 I will not 

Cower behind my trepidations born of caution

I will not 

Be diluted by tones of patriarchy

I will not 

Let my inhibitions hollow me out

I will not

Fit into a mould or be one for others

 I will not.

Become  invisible

I will 

Remain a black Inkspot against white,

A Red Bindi on a vacant forehead,

Charcoal eyes that bare it all,

Crimson lips that defy norms,

Blue highlights in curly hair,

A shrill voice cutting like a knife

Through layers of expectations.

No, I will not

Die whimpering in the eye of the storm

But I will go with a sonorous bang

Yelling, Clawing, Scratching

Screaming through the curtains of time.

Battling the weilder of divine game plans

And the brick-layer of societies stagnant norms

I will not Bow Down

I will not Cower

For I am more than my grief

I am more than my failures

I am more than my victories

I am more than my rebellions

I am more than your assumptions

I am more than white garbs of innocence

Or red balls of lust

I am more than all that your words can describe or mine

I am more than my story

I am fashioned by a million hands

A thousand voices

 I am carved into being, ceaselessly by time 

Therefore, I will be

More than I am

More than I can or Should be 

I will be More!

I will be a WOMAN!