Who am i . No i don’t have a face i don’t own my body. They call me the nobody. They reduced my
body into the battleground. They draped me in blood and threw me off mutilitated, to be called
“ Shameless and Spoiled”. That is what you have to say when you cannot speak. They are debating,
discussing, protesting and feeling angry but yet they are as powerless as defenceless and as
motionless as i am.
I go to work and up to the Pink bar every evening. I wear the Pink dress that uncovers my legs , and
sit by the bar to have a drink. Sometimes they feel my legs and says that my hemline is too above.
When I bring the man up to the home, they say i am the Madagscar Woman (Prostitute) with the Pink rose.
who shows the naked body to the passers by. They say me repeatedly “ Why does she goes to places
where she cant”. This is what they say when they care too look out of the window.
What should i do, where is should i go, whom should i meet, what should i wear so that you cannot
see. This should enrage me to disown the robe forever.
I AM the mother, i am the girl, i am the woman, i am the prostitute , i am the Dancing girl and i am
the Madagascar woman with the Pink Rose. I am silent but i can make a noise, i am violent but i am
quiet , i m an answer but not the reason. I cant fight but i can struggle, I can die but i give birth . I
am the Woman , I am the Dancing Girl and i am the Madagascar woman with the Pink ROSE.
I AM defeated, denied and derailed. Put out the candles that burns the light. Because burnt
shadows cannot ignite it bright. Do not make noise because they cannot listen. Be as patient as i
am. I am watching the passers by without a sound. Do not come to me to heal my wounds. Do not
come near me, you need to go to work next day. I shall remain how i am. Unmoving and uncovered.
Let my naked body be laughed and mocked at. Let them feel how deep the scars went. Let it
remain this way as it was that time. Do not move ur eyes away see me now, i want you too see me
now.
If Nothing works , this is the way how it should work.
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