A Hundred Quiet Girls
a poem for International Women's Day
Hello lovelies!
I’m Soul Surgeon, Dr. Tamy, inviting you to a taste of my poems, haikus, and other musings from my mind. In addition to my weekly newsletter, Permission Slips, that will come out tomorrow, I am sharing this poem today, that I wrote in honor of International Women’s Day.
This poem was inspired by the hundreds of beautiful dark-eyed girls I witnessed in my travels to India, Bhutan, and Thailand. Let us work towards a world where we can each live out our fullest potential.
A Hundred Quiet Girls
each morning I walk to my made-of-mud space
I'm barefoot
I'm hungry
and I cover my face
*
I walk miles from home
sometimes blisters accompany
each step that I take
but I strive forth, humbly
*
where am I walking ?
you ask, you inquire -
to my made-of-mud space
where I go get inspired
*
you see,
my life consists of
hundreds of girls
quiet girls
hopeless girls
aimless girls
futureless girls
just girls
and girls
and more
smile-less girls
*
on this side of the earth
there are no happy endings
no ride into the sunset
no soft, fuzzy feelings
*
our futures weren’t born
our lips haven't spoken
our eyes are clouded
and this reality, wasn’t chosen
*
grains of rice stifle our mouths
straw roofs cover the rain
as we huddle in dark corners
to momentarily forget the pain
*
these matters fill my day
food , sleep, shelter, water
reality squeezed in my palm
I'm an empty shell, a powerless daughter
*
so,
you see,
my made-of-mud space
that's where I dream bigger
larger than rice fields
street begging, and child labor
*
I sit on the dirt
cross-legged, bright-eyed
open my notebook
feel how the pages infuse me with pride
*
this mud-space births resistance
awakens my fight
my existential existence
my will to do right
*
the teacher is my savior
the page is my bread
my pen is my future
and mud shelters new thoughts in my head
*
this space births a dream
a window, a door,
a silence that breeds
a place where we dare hope for more
*
my made-of-mud space
my asylum, my haven
is where a hundred quiet girls and I
unite to become our own nation
*
So,
each morning I walk to my made-of-mud space
I'm barefoot
I'm hungry
but I no longer cover my face
With gratitude and love,
Dr. Tamy, Soul Surgeon ✨
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this is awesome!