For her it was white or black then,
Never was it grey.
She tried, practiced, preached,
She ordered, screamed and howled.
Their ignorance made her heart ache.
How many years would this go on?
Brain now looked around for solutions,
Perhaps she always had resided in her fairyland.
One day she got a wild reality check,
Abused she walked away with her smudged vision.
The blacks and white s did not exist.
Everything was blank yet not black.
She realised all were swellheads,
Did nothing and dealed with it.
Perhaps the society was that way,
Things were always bitterly sweet.
She was now exposed to shades and tints.
Her look out turned grey.
She dealed with it the way all did,
She was praised everywhere.
And cursed deep in there,
Yet her spark did not vanish.
She still was different.
Because she was sad within.
She could not get over her thoughts,
She was now chained by herself.
This made her actively helpless,
She was pleasingly miserable.
For now she started dealing with it.
Melancholy now gained citizenship.
In the villa of her heart,
Which used to accommodate her beliefs.
Tear stained were her cheeks,
To see them shiver out in cold.
She now lived with a heavy heart.
Her struggle towards serenity was over.
People smiled, waved and were eager to see her,
It was peace and spring outside.
And a bloody brutal war inside,
But those eyes held no lies.
And reflected the pain of a rebel.
Damn, a rebel she was!
For her it was grey today,
Never was it white or black.
She tried, silenced, suppressed.
She cried, wept and howled.
Her ignorance now made her heart ache.
Damn, a rebel she was!
Blood scattered deep with in.
Damn, a rebel she was!
- Yakira 👑
PS: This is a very late post. Sorry. These days I'm trying to sketch so the poem is a description for the sketch above.
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