Monday, March 5 2001
Trapped In A Role
Priya SubramanyanPriya Subramanyan lives in Australia. She is a keen writer and writes on women and immigration issues. click here to read her other poems on SAWF.
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Dyed my hair
Straightened my hair
Covered the greys
Of a bruised soul
Is there a cure
In my genes perhaps?
When sphinx-like
I will arouse
From shattered dreams
of lost youth
Of self-confidence
below the ground
Will I do what I'm meant to do
And fly above the ground?
Will I draw my lost self
From the depths of my soul
Will I hold in both my hands
A precious reflection to glitter in my eyes?
Will I show the world
For all to see
A Rehabilitated
Resurrected
Rejuvenated ME?
Or is it yet another pipedream
Destined to die
Like a plant in a bushfire
Without defence
Blackness... Desolation..
Woman, is this your 'life'?
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