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Unchained



** This is the poem I wrote and read out during the 'One Billion Rising' in India where different civil society movements, causes, individuals came together to unite their strength to fight for justice for women





Unchained



The first bruise on my face



Covered the side of my mouth;



Till one day I had a black eye



That needed a veil.



The injuries spotted corners of my body



Till nothing I did could cover it anymore;



I stopped meeting people in the eye



It became my habit to hide.





8 years it took me to listen to my inner voice



And I chose justice that day;



But the judge I faced in the court



Asked me proof of my pain.



What proof does a woman keep who loves her man?



Does she take down dates?



Does she take pictures?



Why has she no witnesses?



Where are the hospital bills?



Had she been just busy, forgiving him?





I found no justice from law



There was no one in the court to console me;



I lay there shattered more by their disbelief



Than the open skin of my wounds.



That night I looked hard at my sleeping child



Thought deep what I wanted her to be;



And I chose justice that night



I let go, to close a chapter of our lives.





There were ups and downs



but We had dignity;



We were surrounded by unknown faces



But we found safety.



There was a time there was no money to pay for our bus fare



But we hung on for better times;



We ate simple food



But our soul was nurtured.



We lived in rented homes



But we knew we had each other;



We fell sick, we got broke



But we slept at peace every night.



Most of all, with every knock that life threw our way



We inched a little closer to each other



My daughter and I.





We walked out of this world of man-made laws



And built our lives ‘brick-by-brick’;



We lived among happy people



And finally found our sunshine.



It has been 9 years ever since, Seems like just yesterday;



But I have changed,



we have changed



No one can give us justice anymore



For we are not takers,



We have become the givers.



Our home is our temple



And the world our family;



We rise, we soar,



we celebrate our spirit that now lives in us



Unchained.





By Urmila Chanam



For One Billion Rising 2017



Bangalore 29 Jan 2017 Cubbon Park

      • South and Central Asia
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