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A “Job” Well Done: A Poem For My Daughter

Finding you Fearless I taught you to  Fear.

Eternally Curious… I taught you Indifference.

Charmingly Honest… I taught you Pretence.

Openly Friendly… I taught you Caution.

Implicitly Trusting… I taught you to Doubt.

Clingingly Needy… I taught you Independence

…and considered it a ‘Job’ well done!

Now My Child, it’s your turn. 

Hold my hand and teach me to be…

Fearless.

Curious.

Honest.

Friendly.

Trusting.

Needy. 

Do your “Job.” 

Teach me to Love!

 Pavani Kaushik is a visual artist who loves a great book almost as much as planning her next painting. She received a BFA from the Academy of Art University, San Francisco. She has held art shows in London, Bangalore and locally here in California.

What Is My Voice? A Poem For Asifa

What Is My Voice?

Is my voice the color of my skin;

Or the brand of the clothes that I wear?

Is it the name of the God I worship;

Or that of my gender laid bare? 

Is my voice the sound of my music;

Or is it the language I speak?

Is it the size and shape of my body;

Or the tears of my mother as she weeps?

Is my voice the dreams of tomorrows;

Or those of yesterdays gone by?

Is it the hope that stirs the spirit;

Or a fear-filled, breathless cry?

Is my voice the soul of a Nation;

Or the monthly cycle of shame? 

Is it the story of my lifeless limbs;

at the end of your gruesome game?

Is my voice a screaming headline;

filling the coffers of the rich?

Or is it the gasp of the latest hashtag;

as I lie defeated in a ditch?

Is my voice the gathering storm;

Or the hush of a hurricane’s eye?

Is it the fury that shakes foundations,

while the world watches me die? 

Is my voice my own to shape;

Or is it yours to plunder?

Must I care to raise it and shout;

Or give up… to simply surrender?

Is my voice worth the effort;

Of standing together to fight?

Will my voice awaken justice;

Or fade with the dying light? 

Do You Hear My Voice?