Emergency | Shrutee Choudhary

THE FOLLOWING POEM WAS SELECTED IN WINGWORD POETRY PRIZE 2023 LONGLIST.

I first heard sirens go off in

my brain, when I was just shy

of eight

and there was an earthquake

between my parents

the buildings collapsed

all around me, as I held

my mother's hand at 2 am

and slept at my neighbour's

dreary house

it felt like an emergency

but nobody cared

the second time, I was older

there was a curfew

around my lady parts

I couldn't look pretty

or celebrate my beauty

in front of a man

for what if he did

the unimaginable

but it happened anyway

in the confines of my own home

his hand reached for places I

hadn't yet explored

it felt like an emergency

but nobody cared

especially my parents

I'm an adult now

which means, I have lost count

of the times I’ve been wronged

it’s been too many times

my entire life's blueprint

has been a coy navigation

of minefields

and I am so tired

of carrying the weights of

my femininity

a state of emergency

is a constancy

in every woman's life

and I'm afraid I will never know

a normal day

Is this the only way?