My Body. Not Yours.

This is a poem about the way society will continue to find faults. There will always be discontent and disapprovement.

About me

I’m a poet and amateur sketch-artist and I work with an NGO for Women’s hygiene and health in rural India. You can follow me on Instagram, where I use the name Solitary Woodpecker.

About the poem

No matter what I do or want to be, people around me have always found faults with it and I continue to be condemned. Initially, I even tried to fit into the norms of what’s ideal and proper but, that only showed my vanity that I could ever silence all my critics. There are so many around the world struggling to fit in the wrong place and others being put down because they don’t want to. It is my inner struggle and something that gives me strength to be myself.


My Body. Not Yours.

By Tanaya Mohanty

My Body. Not Yours.

I’m questioned
over my skin,
my words,
my choices
and my desires.
Even if I could change
into what you want me to be
will they be content?

It’s painfully funny,
my irksome existence
fuels your imagination
teasing your tolerance
as if my body is all yours
for amusement
just not yet mine!

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