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We brought the light from our grandmothers eyes
The light our mother’s wombs held for us
Captured in every cell passed down through her pains
Voices of her grandmother’s soul in our veins
Echoing us into existence.
Our lungs gasping for air
Heart pounding against our chests
To their song we were born.
Our skin meets the Earth
At the chorus
And we return our mothers bodies back to them
Merely borrowed for a time
But forever scarred.
Amidst the harsh sounds of birth
And the cacophony of a world screaming
That we are less than human
Because we are female
And amidst our own screams for freedom
To be released from such a betrayal of life
Slips into a forgotten crevice
But one day in the silence of scars his fingers left
Or when the army has departed from the battlegrounds
That are our bodies
And we are left to pick up pieces of cloth
That once made up our dignity
When our minds stop pounding after his bullets of words
Or at night when the stranger next to us is no longer familiar
When we are brought to our knees under the weight of injustice
Faint at first then louder
Then roaring against our ears they speak
All our grandmothers voices in unison
Yours, mine, that sister in her shadows
Our mothers, before they were who they’ve become
You were born Woman.
The night holds no danger to your light.
The silence is no shield to your strength.
The women before you need you to live.
The women after you need you to thrive.
Rise and Be Born.
Hyshyama is an activist and researcher working on women's rights and Muslim family law reforms. She is Sri Lankan born and was raised in Nepal. Occasionally, she dabbles in photography and poetry.