Where Will All My Anger Go?

 

Where will all my anger go?
Tell me, where will all my anger go?
You say I am filled with hatred,
But tell me, where will this rage flow?

Because if I express it, I am not ladylike,
I am not poised or demure;
Instead, I am animalistic and vile,
A woman who refuses to endure.

Tell me then, was it alright for me to be touched indecently?
Tell me, was it?
Then tell me this as well,
When I get angry, why do I cry afterwards, in an endless fit?

People love to read the cute poems or the uplifting ones,
For apparently, that makes me more of a sane woman.
Does my anger make me a psychopath,
A woman no longer "normal," shunned and banned?

So if you violate my boundaries,
You were just young or kidding, right?
But if I come at you with my rage,
Suddenly I am too difficult, insane, too ready to fight?

Why do I have to deny all of it,
And act sweet for your pleasure?
Do you know what it feels like to want to feel safe,
Safe in my body, my surroundings, without fear’s measure?

Where will all this pain go?
Because it is stored in my body, in my soul.
You celebrate goddesses in all forms,
But is the intensity of Maa Kali something to scorn?

Why, because if I speak up about all this strife,
Would I then be classified as the villain of life?
My anger is not madness; it’s a voice of the violated,
A cry for justice in a world so deeply saturated.

Tell me, where will all my anger go?
If I don’t unleash it, how will I ever truly grow?

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse