daughter of diaspora – an act of resistance k.h anjaan

Daughter of Diaspora,

comfort is a euphemism they have used to cut off your tongue to cover their racism which leaves you numb. You are a threat to their system. They say you are one of them, that this land is a kaleidoscope of multiculturalism. But then, when the soil tinges your skin they call the melanin therein, a sin. But you are not only the termination of their discrimination, You are also the flagbearer of feminism. And this makes them uncomfortable, makes them yell not all men. They want the claws of comfort to clip off your wings but You are a phoenix. From the ashes of patriarchy, you will rise again You will not wear the burden of their definition. For them, comfort is an invitation to become complacent but remember, comfort is a warzone. They do not want you to challenge their norms, unless you choose to accept their scorn. But Daughter Of Diaspora, your every breath is an act of defiance. Your existence— an act of resistance to these societal pressures. So you must shatter the ceilings and build new doors, because we will not call it comfort until it comes at our terms, until our voices are heard until there is room at the table for all of the sisterhood. x