Don't brush me off...

I lost 2 family members

I went thro' hell

I emerged anew

Smiling and well dressed

But hey don't brush me off

 

I am highly myopic

I have a permanent allergy

I still smile and dress well

But hey don't brush me off

 

I do face life's tensions and stress

I am like a see saw between people sometimes

I still smile and dress well

But hey don't brush me off

 

I deal with mistrust and suspicion

Jealousy and bipolar thoughts

I still smile and dress well

But hey don't brush me off

 

I am victim of groping and abuse

Verbal and emotional

I still smile and dress well

But hey don't brush me off

 

 

This poem is written for all anonymous women who face challenges yet rise and shine. They are brushed off by society very callously. They face remarks like, 'What for you..'   'If you are suffering'  'would you even..'  lucky  you have faced only this... now you are lucky.... such a blessed life.

I was inspired to write this on reading an article by an anonymous woman in The Hindu Melange. It is indeed ironical  that if we dress well, appear normal or happy people refuse to understand the trauma we have gone through or go through.