by Shree
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A woman is a half-formed thing.
She is moulded, contorted and shaped.
In fathers’ image – repainted, stripped clean with bleach.
Shaped, broken and branded for their pleasures.
Down to her simple shape – remade.
To be played as his toy.
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She is perfected – she is played.
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Heels, lipstick, dress – Pained and stained.
All bloodied and bruised.
blood from whence she came, she dissolves in her mother’s pain.
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Shree (she/they) is an exchange student at Radboud University studying psychology, but back in the UK, she is pursuing a bachelor’s degree in psychology and sociology. As a woman of colour and a refugee in the UK, she draws on her experiences of being amongst other things queer, and disabled as inspiration for my poems. Writing has always been challenging due to her dyslexia, but it remains an essential part of her life. Through writing, she can express herself and make sense of the world, especially from an intersectional perspective and recently she has been writing about power and conflict as well.
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