I am you

I am you,they say.

Yet they treat me differently.
You stand upon an altar,

While I’m confined to the dock.
Made from the same soil as you are,

Yet they pray you,and I’m preyed upon .
You make your enemies bleed,

Yet when I bleed,I’m made to be the enemy.

You watch fondly as they dance and sing to please you,

They watch lustfully as I am made to dance and sing for them.

I am you,they say.

So they treat me like you when-

They make us kiss the earth,

When they’re done with us.
I am you,I say-

When I rise like you,

Time and again,

Fulfilling our ways.
I am you,DURGA Maa,I am often told.
They’ve seen my beauty,

They’ve abused my love,

Yet they don’t see you in me.

Perhaps it’s my wrath they wait for.