I am from a place where threads of young women are sown into society by another’s hands.
But who will stitch her back together when she falls apart?
I am from a place where it’s easier to conform than to cut through what has already been sown.
Women are woven together to become exceptional wife material or nothing at all.
Inches of her weave are the most important reason she lives, the reason she is.
I come from a place where the shallow community will be your supporter only if you remain a naïve conformer.
Where our ‘flower’ lasts as long as you don’t claim back your power.
Where everyone is stuck in a suffocated box that they hate but claim that it is their God-written fate.
Sometimes this place is sweet but mostly bitter –
I believe that I was placed here to make it better.