Don't Fix Her
Don't Fix Her
Things you keep telling girls like her,
All I wanted from you is an apology.
Because, there are 1000 forms of Fear
But the worst of all is
"She's in her true self
And this world wants to fix her."
This world is cynical,
For a dreamer like her.
This is a Mess,
Because I keep forgetting this thing,
I forgot to ask women like you,
When you rise from the ashes, What do you hold on to?
I took a hiatus from this running world
And this is what it felt like.
Grabbing your pen and waiting for metaphors to flow,
Feels like a war now.
Brie Larson made her "Unicorn store",
Sia Furler made her "Chandelier",
Arundhati Roy made her "The ministry of utmost Happiness".
I don't know how these ladies made magic, But right now,
I am a Chaos and
Words are proliferating
And if you're one among those
Who's rising from the Ashes,
How well burnt are you?
Is your Love unapologetically black,
Because it's burnt?
Or are you brewing your self love
With Unicorn Colors?
I know I am a mess,
And if I'm not,
Maybe someone you know is.
And this is their Wake up call,
To Stop cringing back and
Stop fixing yourself,
Instead to Face it.