Let Me Have My Anger, My Sadness.

feminist poem SMIW

Written by: Sudha Shashwati | Image: Scroll.in

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I am my mother, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother

I am all the women that came before me

Don’t urge me to lower my voice

Ask me not why I am angry

You do not see what I see, you do not feel what I feel

What is history for you, is a memory for me

Let me have my anger, my sadness

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My body trembles with shock

For all the beatings they took; I feel like it’s me that was slapped, pushed and shoved

My heart aches for all the things they couldn’t be; I feel like it was me that was chained

The body and the soul remember; why else would both be so tired?

The sacrifices were theirs but the suffocation is mine

Their dreams were held ransom for my happiness and every day I am in debt

Don’t mistake them for chains though; their dreams only propel my own

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Everything I do, is for them; there’s nothing I will not do

Just like there was nothing they would not endure, for me

I am my mother, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother;

I am all the women that came before me

Don’t urge me to lower my voice; tell me, why you won’t raise yours?

Ask me not why I am angry; explain, why you are not? 

Instead of expecting me to forgive the past,  why won’t you build a better future?

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I am my mother, my grandmother, and my great-grandmother;

But my daughter won’t be any of us.

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About the Author:

Sudha is a psychologist currently pursuing PhD in the area of gender and culture. She enjoys conversations on presence, vulnerability and social justice.

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