I think I am too man; or too woman for you.
I think my lips are too impure to worship the god,
I think my nostrils are too freakish to breathe in the same air as you,
I think my face is too clown-like to not laugh at.
I think my arms are too toxic to help a drowning boy,
I think my fingers are too divergent to blend in yours,
I think my stomach is too uncommon to feed.
I think my legs are too peculiar to demand a stand,
I think my toes are too tainted to touch the Ganga,
I think my blood is too black to be your red,
I think my gender is too incongruous to accept;
I think my life is too trivial to save.
But, ain’t you too inhumane to call yourself a human?
Palak Jhawar, a high school sophomore from Surat, Gujarat.
She is a teen still trying to understand this world. And just like any other human, still fighting her way through life; with words.