I Will Let My Soul Grow

By Sudhashree Somers

No longer will I allow my essence

To be condensed into

A list of acronyms


No more will my words be ephemeral

Cut and pasted, twisted and turned

Until they no longer my own


No longer will I be infantilised

Scolded for my thoughts and pain

Talked over and around like I can’t comprehend


My words will now be loud

They will be the roots of a eucalypt

Holding their ground

My branches will grow as I see fit

I will mould myself with love not fear

My soul will be my own once more

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