My Own Hero

It took decades to escape the prison

Of Indian & American patriarchy and I’m newly arisen

Sober from the narcosis of Bollywood heroin: to be a heroine-

long-haired, buxom woman in need of a male “good samaritan”

To save her. To validate her worthiness.

Not so anymore. These days I am my own hero, impervious

To misogynistic fog, walking tall in my Timberlands

Stomping over narrow-minded hoopla, ready to withstand

The negativity that keeps coming when I’m brave & use my well-intentioned voice

To help others discover their truth and choices.

Free from the shackles of giving a fuck what you think

Cuz you haven’t lived in my skin or been on my brink.