my tongue is ready to fall off

my tongue is ready toart

fall off —

so often have i had to

bite it.

not these words,

not that tone,

not so loud,

not too angry.

my face must be



but not too much

make up,

i must not stand out.

my body is a battleground:


puts pants upon legs after work,


shackles them in


5 days a week.


not allowed.


absolutely scandalous!

pants must not be

too tight.

come to dharamshala

and lose wars.

swallow your words,

always smile,

wear your ‘good girl’ badge.


– Kaysang.

– The Tibetan Feminist Collective




Categories: Poetry, Women

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