Inside this cave they say no one can see me
but next to me is an army of warrioresses
preparing for battle
in the dark
They say I am not allowed
what they don’t know is
I have been ripping through these barbed wire fences
since I was five years old
when they thought my body was theirs to touch and prod.
Inside this cave we are an army of relentless fighters,
mothers of this nation unfazed by the thick burgundy blood that runs down our thighs,
that bursts life into being
for this democracy
is
compromised
and the people,
we need you
to rise
Fists clenched, rise
with the power within,
we rise
“this is political”, “we can’t take a stand” in our institution
are the words of a compromised democracy
For human rights were never about politics
choice is freedom–
the foundation this nation was built on
atop this stolen land.
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer, editor, artist. She cooks, colors, and designs floral arrangements to zen her out. She is an antiracist educator and activist. Her two french bulldogs are how she makes up for the physical affection she did not receive as a child.