We walk on patriarchal grounds
Termed misfits
And we lost our voice
To the system
The system that remains
Biased, unspoken rules
Understood even then
Like those chunks of
Metals and minerals
We walk over
Day after day
After days
For years and years and years
That follow
Beckoning to us
Calling to us
And not realising
Realisations are flawed
Gnawing our realities
Persistently ‘existing’
And existing again

We found
A language
Which belongs to us
And us alone does it belong to
You and I
We’ll talk in gestures
Hands, finger tips,

Let the system tame us now.


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