When you reach for perfection, I’m triggered by rejection. I want to let it go But it is all I know. Scared of your judgement, I keep a wary resentment. I want to let it go But it is all I know. I want to let it go Because I know Whether we cling to Rejection or perfection, We both react to Patriarchal oppression. Now we cling to each other’s weary hands, Unbothered, we march into the wasteland. The wind in our steps picks up the trash - White, sand, and shades of bland. Trash swirls around us, & we light it on fire. Then through the smoke, We lock eyes with each other. Our eyes burning, And stomachs churning, We surrender to our last moments together. Then in roaring unison, Our floodgates open, Protecting us in our salty water. -Tears of Salty Womxn. -Samirah Shri
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About MeMy name is Samirah Shri. I write poetry especially for "bad" Asian daughters, but also for anyone who feels rejected within their communities. My poems guide you along my personal journey of rejection, healing, and ultimately re-connection. |