A Stellar Flare of Young Adult Writing and Visual Art
BY SAKSHI NIKAM
Frightened of waking up with thunders at night
I learned the art of waking up to thuds on the door,
No one came after that loud fist bump
And no one left until the bird bled
Few said your family protects you
Who knew the family could skin you
Ask that bird who was burnt, beheaded to stay mum.
Not knowing the pleasure in raping someone
Feeling helpless for those who faced
Understanding the costumes that asked for rapes
or characters of women which called for it
Ask that bird whose life stopped after he came out of her
Did Indian culture teach this,
maybe it did as wearing shorts is a sin
but raping and killing shoots dopamine
Why am I hanging in the sun, with the blood and tears of the victim
Ask that bird whose wings you did cut
Alive and well was a myth after the skinning
how did this happen and what am I going to do remained constant
being called a slut for being pregnant before marriage
who knew how many times did he force himself inside me
Ask the bird who was caged by the world
Trials for justice had become the schedule
family is tension as the world slut shammed
appealing to courts for justice for the dead
her parents were afraid of losing the hope
years later the hope has risen again
as justice was served: Sentenced to Death.
Ask the bird who was killed for flying in the sky.
Sakshi Nikam is 19 years old. She lives in India.