Flesh and Rebellion

They dressed me in pronouns,

and called it a truth.

I wore them until my skin tore.

The mirror applauded

but the flesh refuses to perform.

Inside me, a revolution whispers,

not loud, not safe –

but alive.

I am both a wound and a weapon

Each scar a sentence.

Each breath a rebellion

against revolution.

Dr. Neha Nagar, Assistant Professor,

Dept. of English,

Maharaja Bijli Pasi Government P.G College,

Ashiana Lucknow

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