My History

By Karthik Govind

I choose the pen to write fragments of my history.

I find the untraced lineage of my life to be their story.

Pour the salt on my wounds and tell me it's life.

Drag my hair through the mud and tell me it's my duty.

Chain my hands to the oblivious, and call me a sin in my religion.

I travel the length to seek salvation, the prohibitors called out I need validation.

My blood flows among the grass I walked upon, 

My breath glides among the shards of glasses I lost my dignity to.

My name does not scream my abilities, my abilities scream out my name.

I stand here with the pen that I chose, on the ground I was born to, with the paper to which I bleed to and write my history.

Not with my science, not with my people but with my words.

By Karthik Govind