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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