I Have a Life For Me
I don’t like this zootopian World Life
Because I live anonymously,
Nobody cares about My life
While I wear cloths
Everyone only sees my inner body,
My life is always too farcical
I chose to wear my cloths
I chose my paths
I didn’t care about others
At the age of thirteen
I was sick with Maturity
At the age of eighteen
I got freedom to get out of my home
At the same time I have lost My Maturity
This world abuse my maturity
This humans are through my Honor
Those people Expropriate My Freedom.
Because all people live in zootopia
Everything is locked down in the current era!
I am afraid to tell I am a Woman…
– Hussainda
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My maturity strongly resonates the voice of a teenage girl, whose frustration on her maturity invariably asks the readers to rethink the definition of maturity. The writer is playfully ambiguous in not letting the readers know, what exactly the maturity is. Is it the physical, mental, intellectual or the condensed thought process. The teenager is sick of her maturity, may ask the reader to understand the puberty of the girl. The radically strong feminist outburst, when the speaker says that she is ogled in though she wears clothes, definitely parallels the idea of the insecure , mad(stigmatised)woman in the attic. When the speaker turns eighteen, again projects the phase of freedom of the western ideology, wherein the speaker doesn’t enjoy the freedom is bitterly ironical. The honour abuse in the very process of maturity puts to shame the girls life and indeed it puts to shame the world view on woman herself. The everything that is locked down in the girl, pretty much has revealed everything. The speaker’s inability to say that she is a woman is a strong point of the poem, where the poet has profusely said everything so daringly through the speaker.. A very feministic rendition from a dark horse of a poet… It’s a lovely opening shot
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The poem, My Maturity, is simple, crisp but conveying a deeper meaning to the readers community. An young naive girl being brought up in a society where her flesh of maturity is mistreated by the vultures of immorality. the hesitation and timorous way of not ready to reveal that the persona is a woman in the last line twists the preconceived perception towards queer theory which is evident in the lines “I chose to wear my cloths” and “I am afraid to tell I am a Woman…”. In toto, the poem is simply complexed to reconsider the reader’s fixed opinion.
Miles to go before you sleep.. all the best Hussain đź‘Ťđź‘Ť
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