The stories I’m unlearning to learn
Bhavna Bhasin
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2 min read·Mar 9, 2018
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To the Cinderellas at cyber hub,
Holding self-bought wine and
charts of pie
their net-worth and self-worth
drowning many-a-why’s
Thank you for teaching us that there is a life beyond a missing shoe, a disappointing who and perfect two.
To the snow whites,
who took seven lovers
and more,
to set fire to the dwarfed idea
of love and a precious hidden core,
Thank you for teaching us that there is no diminishing marginal utility to pleasure and no depleting treasure at the end of that tunnel.
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To the women,
who held their leaping hearts,
and kissed other women
to the spells they broke,
to the colors they stroke,
to the love they defy
and the love they define
Thank you for teaching us that you kiss frogs when you like frogs, not when you’re confused about the handsome prince.
To the Alices in science and technology,
quietly coding and creating,
the wonderland they want
To the Mary’s refusing to raise little lambs,
To the red riding hoods who haunt,
anyone who labels their widowed grandmother a bad omen
To the rapunzels with pierced septums,
hair tied in messy buns,
inking pages, not looking to meet anyone
I’m learning your stories,
So bedtime now feels like
a battlecry,
a shared sigh,
a chorused ‘we can fly’,
an avalanche of -
we will, if we continue to try.
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