Object by Amaninder Kaur Khatkar

I pray for rain, too afraid
to give her a name. She pulls
the rainbow over her like
a cotton blanket.

His orders are tattooed across
the four walls. Her ounce of belief
is smacked and for her to stand
gives him a reason to repeat.

What colour is the future?

Look up her right
sleeve and you will see it all.
Cotton wool wrapped around
her voice and for her to speak,
he will set this object alight.

From Ink’s Shadow by Amaninder Kaur Khatkar

Author: Workers' Archive

Covering sensitivity at work and beyond on my website: https://samuelaliblog.wordpress.com/

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