Anoucheka Gangabissoon
This world that I call mine
The same one we all call ours
Is a most beautiful place;
Self sustaining, it allows us
To grow our own food, to share it
With others, to receive water
From its skies,
To build upon it from scratch,
To create worlds of our own
Within its midst
To love and to appreciate at will
Why,
This world, self sustaining,
Birthed us as its gemstones,
The most rare and precious ones
In the universe
Capable of igniting fires
And extinguishing these as we wish to
Yet,
This world, today
Holds her head down
With a grim look on its face
As we have made of it today
A world which cannot be without war,
A world which cannot be without hatred,
Without we claiming to belong
To certain groups which we call ours
Yet which has in them
The same blood, the same organs,
All needing the same air!
Winter Blues
Time goes on its way
Life follows suit
And so does my body
My feet weaken
My pace slows down
And my eyes are worn out
The moment is near
That which I have been waiting for
Since the day I fell in love with the skies
Then when I will leave my body
And step into the promised word
Time goes on its way
Life births more seasons
All who dance to the eternal tunes of the same piano
Which played for me
For my ancestors
And for the rest of the world
Time moves steadily
My frail heart minds its many beats
The accomplishments expand
Yet, ageing is slowly bringing me down
Tears pearl from my eyes
And I smile as the winds of the new life
Play with my hair and refresh my skin
Me, Woman
Is it my fault
If the world dances
To the whims of my curves?
Is it my fault
If men function
According to the satisfaction of
The triggers that go off in them
At my mere sight?
Is it my fault
If I get groped, or catcalled,
Or whistled at,
Or even raped
Just because my fragrances
Lured the gaze of men to turn into
The beast that inhabits them?
Is it my fault
If I am woman,
Born with the attributes
Needed for life to be sustained?
Is it my fault
Has it ever been
And will it ever be?
Yet, in the minds of the unthinking ones
Sin knows only another name
And that is: me, woman!
