Pride & Poetry

Photo: Steve Johnson on Unsplash

Photo: Steve Johnson on Unsplash

‘You rested in our rainbow, / too many silences sit across us, / staring in our eyes, / waiting for us to speak.’

- Amya Roy

To Audre Lorde,

the woman who taught me

P for Pride.

You rested in our rainbow,

too many silences sit across us,

staring in our eyes,

waiting for us to speak.

 

It is this, the person sitting across,

not the disparity, that immobilises us.

 

You taught me,

what we need is —

the transformation of silence,

into language and action.

 

That a woman’s pride lies in

holding hands with these spectrums

we inherited without blame.

 

You taught me, 

P for Poetry.

The power of words mortified into meaning,

and tenoned through practice,

the honesty about who we are

and who we will become.

 

We grow to thrive inside the

solitude of suspicion,

the suspicion of sleeping in a closet.

Poetry is not a luxury,

but a pivotal want of our longevity.

 

It cobbles together

the remotest horizons of our

memories & worries,

sculpted from crystal impressions

of our everyday lives.

We lend our hands for help,

wearing the gloves of poetry.

We name the nameless,

so it can be thought of —

in cafes, in bars,

and in our parades.

*** 

Amya Roy (she/her) is a student writer & editor from New Delhi, India. She founded and presently serves as Editor In Chief at All Ears. You can find her on Twitter: @uffamya and Instagram: @uffamya.

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