Girl,woman, other takes me to the voices that rumble on and on throughout the exuberant book.
The Big Fat India Wedding
I’m squinty when I smile. I’m a brain a heart flesh hair and bones. I am a person. I am. I have privilege. I am better off than millions of women. I understand consent and I preach it. I feel things I do not speak when I should But I don’t keep quiet when they…… Continue reading Woman
Look how the table turns, For it made me wonder: If we would say, “He was dressed inappropriately” Or that “He provoked it” When it is a man, A victim. But the fatal shame, And the onus of blame, Shifts so easily onto a woman. Almost as if, She perpetrated a henious assault, On the…… Continue reading Asking for it.