She was sitting there at the corner of the cafe,
hiding a bunch of insecurities but
peace was there in her sight.
When I asked her about the hiding in the corner
the unusual answer came as she said,”
When I take these broad glasses off,
they see my eyes crossed, I won’t tell them
its hypermetropia in which due to long-sightedness,
my eyes can’t focus and to avoid double vision,
my eyes cross. I won’t tell you that my eyes can be treated
but I will tell you its multi-tasking.
One eye looking right back at you and one in the search of
home for a long time.
They laugh at my bulgy nose but that is
the only thing I inherited from my dad
but he carried it with pride but I
on the other, get mocked on that.
They may see my cheeks and a jaw
that is more of bone than flesh, I would tell
you how I bit the inside of my cheeks
swallowing the words which still
remain undigested at the pit of my stomach
maybe that why I am skinny.
Maybe that why there are days
in which I can’t stop eating and there are days
when I don’t eat at all.
When they don’t find smooth
legs moisturized and glowing instead see a hairy one
and they laugh at my feminity, I will tell you
how after I discovered I was a woman,
I pretended to be man Because man could
get away with anything.
But they won’t let a woman go with Unshaven legs.
When they feel me in parts, I was carrying my
dignity wincing in pain. I will tell you how my dignity was
taken away from me.
To grow it back everyday, I was finding my worth
in poems, words, and books, trying to find
what more can dignify me apart from my sexuality?.
I have always hidden behind amateur metaphors which
have always accepted, comforted and healed me like
my mother does. So when I run off the stories to
keep them engaged,
They see me like a person who doesn’t have a mystery
or a gorgeous face to hold their heart. And you, my listener
, you will leave and before leaving you will tell me
you are beautiful out of pitty but
you will discard me as UNAPPEALING.”