Telling them...

With all this talk

day in and night out

of god like children 

getting torn to shreds 

in their formative years.

With all this hullabaloo

in the media and on walls of public urinals

those scavengers carefully

wash their hands off

the puke an virgin blood.

With all the screams 

on the streets of slogans 

against such monstrosity

those hyenas laugh in the noise

blocking the babbles we would never decipher.

With all this technology

we play with and that is playing with us

blurring any lines that used to separate

with a new app born at the rate of a girl child

they penetrate slow but deep.

Do I need a piece of human made technology

to tell me that I have been penetrated into

without my fucking will?

Do I need to stop wearing my scarf 

to show that I too am beaten blue 

in places I would rather hide?

Do I need to increase the length of my clothes

and walk less promiscuously 

away from spaces that make me at fault?

Do I need to hide indoors and hide my self 

and give in to the monsters at home

because I am dissed for everything I am unable to do?

Do I need to silence my howls at night

because this man called a 'husband' thinks 

I have no consent the moment I am marred by this symbolic red powder ?

Do I need to change who I am

and who I want to be

only to protect

my mind

my sanity

my sanctity

my vagina

my face

my beauty

my child

my legacy

my self

my hair

Do I need to tell them 

that

my vagina is not me?

~ Ray

Mad dreams

She woke from her dream
and looked around her

This universe looked obscure
yet beautiful

Tip toed bare feet and naked
on the sand

Came in front of an ocean clear
and stared down at the waters

She saw her eyes and a full moon with the rabbit
staring back at her

'We all exist together yet so alone and apart"
she thought to herself.

She knew she could never touch the moon or dance in her craters
or play with the rabbit

She waited for those full moon nights where
it all felt so real

They were a family to her
that did not always need to see each other

The moon her lover and the rabbit their child
and the stars their friends

And then she went back to the womb
that she hid in.

The universe moved on while she wept
Everything changed while she slept

She woke from her dream
and looked around her

This universe looked obscure
yet beautiful

Tip toed bare feet and naked
on the sand

Came in front of an ocean clear
and stared down at the waters

She saw the nothingness
staring back at her

Craving the sight of her lover
she wondered what was real

Or if transience was reality
and the only thing constant

Half awake and half asleep
she stood on the line

Laughing and weeping
she knew she has mad

The kind of mad that came at the cost
of living in contradictions

The kind of mad that her lover,the moon
drove her to be

The kind of mad where she created
and wove her own reality

The kind of mad where she knew
being alone was the only way

The kind of mad that would teach the world
on this type of love

The kind of mad that would kill her
to make her alive

~ Ray