-By Immaculata Daikpor
What must I do when this foreign world
is against me?
Take up arms or cover?
Break down or play indifferent?
Yet that may be when I have found my footing on
I do not know this world yet
or its norms and conventions.
I’m but an observer
As life plays solitaire before my very eyes.
I am new to this world where I influence nothing,
my charisma is useless,
my aura unfelt.
Yet I was in search of another being and not finding,
I am in revolt.
Not renegade style with machetes and arrows,
But a silent revolt
Against my former being
Against my reserve, my solitude
Because my silence was too loud;
The strength of its voice filled my head
It was there in my thoughts, opinions and views
And it made me weak,
Defenseless when perhaps I should have fought back.
Consequently, I am an irate warrior
Fighting unseen battles
So my life may no longer unfold before me
But the bashful me is relentless
She thinks, ‘One is a foreigner but a short while
You will adapt to this world
Where though powerless and shunned,
You find peace in your reserve.’
And so I think, quickly in my fortress
Before reasoning hits me again:
I like to be weak at times.
Strength is demanding and insatiable,
But weakness is content and mild
A push-over and a puppet;
So I will reign in my silence
Monarch of my two polities
I will be strong and mild,
Weak and firm
Reigning over two worlds,
The best of both.
P.S: Immaculata is a teenage wonderful writer, you can read her previous work here.
Happy Birthday Immaculata!