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Poem: The Snake in Me

 


By Vanita Borwankar

 
 

Photo By: Aadhar Sharma

 

The Snake in Me

 

The snake in me is dead
Wrapped around itself it choked
To death in a sad little ceremony
It used to whisper in my ear
Little words
Sweet nothings like
“Their brown is beautiful but
Not yours”
“Hide the things that
Make you a woman
But keep enough so they don’t
Mistake you for a man”
“Take up less space because
Space is gendered
And so are you”
Before, I said the snake killed itself but
I lied, I grabbed it by its throat and
Pulled.

 

– Vanita Borwankar

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