Just because i'm thin..

Just because I’m thin,

And in Mauritania I have been…

They forced me to feed,

Ignoring my tears and plead

My vomits aren't seen,

Cursed I am for being lean.

‘Skinny gets no groom’

Here, this crap has made room

Coercion and torture it is,

Humanity is given in long lease.

Pen and paper are nowhere,

‘Force feeding school’ is my share.

 

Soft toys ?

Barbie dolls?

Yellow school bus?

Pink frocks?

Nooo…voluptuous flesh I pray for,

Alas! To this hell it’s the only cure.

A terrorist with food as weapon,

My mom doesn’t need a gun.

_Please go, feed the hungry,

                                           And end this tradition so grungy!

So,

Excuse me, Can I get refuge?

If my pain, you can see…

All these…

Just because I’m thin,

And in Mauritania I have been…

                                                                    -----Janvi Sonaiya

From Janvi's honey bag :

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This poem just flowed out of my pen as i read about 'Gavage' , a tradition of force feeding skinny girls followed in Mauritania.  A land wherein your weight  defines your worth.

I don't need the support of derogatory words to express my views on this issue. Instead i wish  to portray a simple logic..

 

Weight…huh! The scale can only give you a numerical reflection of your relationship with gravity. That’s it. It cannot measure beauty, talent, purpose, life force, possibility, strength or life.