Uprising Poem by Dhriti Chakraborty

Curse the day we were taught to
Be cruel to ourselves.
If the compass has turned, let’s
Wrench it back into place.
If we hear ourselves cry out,
We may have a chance in hell.
One must rise up against such things,
It is the right thing to do.

Let me take back my right to the truth,
I don’t want to hear you tell me I’m not good enough.
I won’t have it,
And neither should you.
If today and yesterday are skins to be shed,
And traded in for a better tomorrow
While our hearts remain constant
Black holes of hatred and jealousy
Maybe we should stop dead in our tracks
And mend what’s so terribly broken
Before another day passes.

Let this be a holy war
Against the sins we can’t let go of,
The gravest of which is the inability to
See our own true selves.
Let’s say a prayer that brings love
Into our lives,
And gives us the ability to fight
For what’s right.