You are walking out at the dead of the night
white girl, brown girl, black girl and all the colors
that I can think of
You are walking past your curfew time.

fighterYou are walking at the dead of the night
not to fight, not to take back your space
for what is yours
does not need to be claimed!

You are walking at the dead of the night
white girl, brown girl, black girl and all the colors
of the rainbow
walk right past those hostel gates.

You have nothing to lose and nothing to hide
you work just as hard and you
have just the same rights
You know its playtime now
Walk right past those PG gates!!

You are walking at the dead of the night
brown girl, white girl,
holding your sandles, you walk
with dead feet
Your body is tired
But peaceful is your smile

Questions flung at you like spears
veiled to insult, make you fear
But that which has saturated
cannot hold more
Girl, just ignore, and girl, you walk on.

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You are walking out at the dead of the night
white girl, brown girl, black girl and all the colors
that makes up our lives
You are walking past your curfew time.

This poem was penned in support of the Pinjra Tod movement being spearheaded by Indian women in Delhi and in defiance of the emergency situation women have had to live through for generations. Break the curfew.

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