Sometimes I wonder if I really want to grow up,
Turn into a woman in this day and age;
When I listen to the advice given to growing girls,
It feels like every second man is a fake sage.
We are told to dress in a way that doesn’t attract attention;
If girls are out late in the night, the family is in tension;
They give us speeches about not letting anyone touch us inappropriately;
All of this sounds like we will have to step into a battlefield daily.
Self-defense classes are good for both girls and boys
To teach the anti-social elements that we are not their toys;
When my mother explained to me recently about rape, periods and molestation,
I was so shocked that it broke my ‘perfect world’ illusion.
Most of the girls are like dolls in a cocoon
Waiting to break open the shell and embrace the world soon;
Loved ones protect us at
every step and paint the world around
In magical colours that make every person look divinely crowned.
Slowly, reality seeps into our lives as we mature in the race,
Being a part of life’s physical, mental and emotional chase;
To deal with the pressure of social, academic and professional craze,
I wonder how a human female can prepare for the future in her Chrysalis phase.
Vizzmaya is a wanderer in the land of stories and an explorer in the sea of poetry. She is 10 years old but her life’s experiences make her writing age faster but gracefully. She is awaiting for the release of not just her first book but all her 7 e-books via Amazon by the end of November, titled- Vizzmaya’s wonderland (parts 1 to 7) which contain poems, stories, write-ups and jingles. She hopes they add positive energy to the lives of everyone who reads them and is passed on to others for their betterment.
Vizzmaya Jalal, a Class 5 student of St. Francis ICSE school, Mumbai, is a poetess, a writer, an aromatherapist, a herbalist, a classical singer, a classical dancer, a keyboard player, a basketball and chess player and a linguist who speaks 9 languages. She is an iron girl who sees her bedridden mother medically suffer like hell each day and yet inspires and motivates her to fly higher with the help of my maternal grandfather’s positive energy and take others along with her beyond the clouds of earthly problems and pain to a peaceful place where spirituality and science live together in harmony; thus staying true to her name, Vizzmaya which means wonderment.