Born and Brought Up

The Color of the skin
The Gender on my body
The Love of the soul
The Caste on the name
The Metal in my pocket
The Accent on my tongue
—made me a scrap sculpture.
—raised via
discarded conditionings
of the society.
—and built by the
burnt ashes of
benefits, bargains
and bullying.

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