I was walking home, it was only 10:30 p.m. You and your friends were following me since the last 15 minutes of my walk from the station. I was scared, terrified, petrified.
You were the gang leader. You came forward and touched me. You pulled me down, and at that moment, I swear, I knew that I was destined to drown. My body was covered, everything, except my face. It was only 10:30, not even that late. I was returning from my desk job, not even a party or a flash mob.
Then why was I caught here?
You touched me, I screamed. You tore me apart: My clothes, my identity, my soul. You had your time, and so did your friends, I was only waiting for my nightmare to end. I could see my dreams getting smeared with my own blood.
My brother found me, broken, unknown, bruised.
I'll never be the same again. I'm dirty, I'm dirty, in this fight I'll always lose. I'm dirty, you did this. I'm dirty, I hate you.
A month and a half later, my soul isn't that broken, my heart still pumps my red blood, but you left me a conflicted contradiction, you burned me down till there was nothing left of me. Now I see me in my mirror. Who gave you the right to tear me, to burn my gold and cut the strands of history that made me?
But slowly and steadily, I see that I'm still me, I'm still the shining gold that I was, and you didn't kill me. I'm not dirty, not a single part of me is. My scars are merely the pointers for the pain that I've buried in too deep to remember.
You have no right to hurt me now, split, tear, pull me anyhow. I, I shall rise again. I shall parade on the streets at 12 a.m. No, it's not my fault, it will never be. I'm my own hero. I will save myself. I am invincible.
And you? You shall never tyrannize me again.
You were the gang leader. You came forward and touched me. You pulled me down, and at that moment, I swear, I knew that I was destined to drown. My body was covered, everything, except my face. It was only 10:30, not even that late. I was returning from my desk job, not even a party or a flash mob.
Then why was I caught here?
You touched me, I screamed. You tore me apart: My clothes, my identity, my soul. You had your time, and so did your friends, I was only waiting for my nightmare to end. I could see my dreams getting smeared with my own blood.
My brother found me, broken, unknown, bruised.
I'll never be the same again. I'm dirty, I'm dirty, in this fight I'll always lose. I'm dirty, you did this. I'm dirty, I hate you.
A month and a half later, my soul isn't that broken, my heart still pumps my red blood, but you left me a conflicted contradiction, you burned me down till there was nothing left of me. Now I see me in my mirror. Who gave you the right to tear me, to burn my gold and cut the strands of history that made me?
But slowly and steadily, I see that I'm still me, I'm still the shining gold that I was, and you didn't kill me. I'm not dirty, not a single part of me is. My scars are merely the pointers for the pain that I've buried in too deep to remember.
You have no right to hurt me now, split, tear, pull me anyhow. I, I shall rise again. I shall parade on the streets at 12 a.m. No, it's not my fault, it will never be. I'm my own hero. I will save myself. I am invincible.
And you? You shall never tyrannize me again.
