She Knows Her

By Aditi Bhoi

She screamed, though her throat was sore
She ran, though her legs were chained
She wiped her dirty dress, though her hands were bloody red
She cried, though the tears weren’t coming out
She saw sunlight, though her eyes were covered with darkness
She sensed rosy smell, though surrounded by old dusty walls
She heard chirping of birds, though screeching bats were flapping their wings
She felt stronger than before, though she was entirely destroyed
Yes, she is girl, she is a woman
She is that hardened statue with cracks that lives in an undervalued world
She is her, who stands for herself when nobody even knows her worth 
But yes, she knows who she is.