A March to Queendom
International Women’s Day may have passed a few weeks ago and Mother’s Day went by a few days back, but our love and admiration for these empowering humans continues to grow every day. Despite being exhausted from working with no breaks and inspiring everyone with their impactful steps, these resolute creations of God never complain, be it an ant bite or period cramps, they bear it all. And they deserve more than just a day of respect and prestige.
In celebration of the month of March, where we dedicate several days to women, here are few poems written by our students honoring these humans who go through death to bring life into this world.
Title: She, the Pheonix
Her,
She is lit in a fire, consumed by her inner demons,
but yet she is powerful,
She knows how to inspire and empower others.
She has pain, heartache, and sadness,
But yet she does not show it.
She is a wildfire.
She is self-destructing but yet she is blooming.
She masters the demons inside her,
Acknowledges them and fights Lilith,
Paving the way to her catharsis.
She breathes in and out,
The road has been long and tiring,
She has reborn from her ashes,
Her soul has ignited.
Her sparks penetrate through her soul.
She, the phoenix.
– Lydia Vourlidi
LLB Law, Year 1
Title: Warrior Queens
To you
The ones who I truly admire
You kept the energy going
Even when you were extremely tired
For even when you felt so immensely numb
And energy so little to even lift a thumb
You kept going and never succumbed
Strong and resilient you have now become
A regular routine of pains
That coursed all through your veins
It’s not a feat so easily gained
To battle it forever and still be so sane
A shared kind of battle
Something that would surely leave all enemies rattled
For when you conquer something as such
It leaves everyone startled
Your strength always remains
Even when fighting this bane
For the energy you’ve retained
Taught yourself to smile through the pain
How do you achieve a task so insane?
I know to ask is seemingly inane
But then again you refuse all these canes
You choose to stand on your own like a crane
Then again
It’s alright to feel the need to cry
It’s alright to feel the need to not try
It’s alright to not always have to smile
It’s alright to not always walk for miles
Go ahead queens
Lie down and cry
Go ahead queens
Don’t feel the need to explain why
Come back whenever
And we’ll still always be here
To wipe away your tears
And comfort you for years
(You deserve to be pampered)
–Anirudh Krishnan
BSc. Psychology with HR, Year 1
Title: She was a woman
She was ordered not to cry,
she was trained to be strong,
she was warned to keep her innocence safe,
she was advised to always smile,
she was to inspire and walk further.
She was a woman.
She let the world dwell on her,
wearing her out, running back and forth,
leaving behind flames with her tears,
but never once did she ask for help.
She was a woman.
Messy hair on top
where once, an invisible crown sat,
withered clothes wrapped around her,
where once the luxurious robes were placed,
but never once did she demand them back.
She was a woman.
Anyone seeing the awful state she was in,
the terrible cries she uttered,
their eyes would’ve burned with hot tears,
unless they were cold and heartless.
She was a woman.
And the flowers grew remorse for her health,
the mountains withered for her safety,
the stars cried for her shape,
the moon hid her in its crevices,
and the sun burned for her revenge.
She was a woman.
She reminded herself to be her own superhero,
because she had no superhero.
She was a woman,
and she was her own
knight in shining armour.
– Rimsha Fathima
BSc. Psychology with Counselling Skills, Year 2
Title: Strong Girl
This goes out to all the girls I’ve come across
This goes out to the strongest girls I’ve ever seen
This goes out to me
For being inspired by strength and independence.
To the girls who leave a deaf ear to those who criticize with no good intentions
The girls whose hearts are made of stone
Ambitions made of metal
And dreams as stubborn as the adversities they’ve faced
This goes out to the girls who make it happen
This goes out to the girls whose scars made them who they are today
This goes out to the girls stand back up
Stand back up after falling
Stand back up after sobbing
Stand back up with all they have
This goes out to the girls who made it out
This goes out to the girls who’ve tasted loneliness
This goes out to the girls who’ve rebuilt themselves
This goes out to the girls who’ve changed with pain
This goes out to the girls who are still kind
This goes out to the girls whose spirits run free
Free and wild as their hair dances in the wind.
This goes out to the girls of strength
This goes out to the girls inspired by the strength
This goes out to the girls who know they can be stronger
This goes out to you,
Strong girl
–Anusuya Subramanian
BSc. Psychology with Counselling Skills, Year 3
