My Tagless Name

By Aparna Cyriac

I'm Beautiful.

But,

I'm called inferior,

I'm a Housewife.

I'm called a bitch,

I'm a Whore.

I'm named as powerless,

I'm the Company CEO.

I'm called the blabbering witch,

I'm a Grandma.

I'm called careless

I'm a Nurse.

I'm known as no sex,

I'm a Trans.

I'm termed as the backward,

I'm an Indian.

I may not be fond of men,

But that doesn't define me.

I cannot be reduced to a column

in an application form.

My hands and legs are exuberant enough

to do sundry duties.

I change my cloaks several times,

and hide in tangled forests, expecting

your empty handed return.

My ugliness laughs at your hollowness and

I bath in the Blue Sea.

I walk around the globe and touch

your horoscopic stars.

I tread through your ways ,

the prisoner light broke its shackles and encroached my body.

I shatter my names coined by you,

I coined my name and

denounced your parenthood.

I fly high without tags with prisoner light,

and your neck aches.

And again,

I'm Beautiful.