Please share your thoughts and feelings below.
Hey! My name is Aman, I was born in West London. I just wanted to introduce myself and give an insight of who I am. I feel that there are several issues that are kept hidden for different reasons but sometimes it is better speaking out and breaking the silence. This is a forum for young boys and girls to talk about anything. I will tell you about myself...
I lived with my family, went to school and had friends. I loved school as I felt I could be myself. I guess you would think that I was like an ordinary girl living an ordinary life. But life was different at home, behind closed doors. For me, it was difficult being Indian and a girl and for my mother too, living in such a family was tough. Me and my mum suffered from domestic violence throughout the years and even till this day. It was control, power, aggression and violence that had stimulated over the years from when I was a little girl to now at the age of 23. I was so use to living in this environment that I thought it was normal for this to happen in such a household. But it was scary. I was living in fear and in silence but it was dangerous living in silence. I kept things bottled up inside me, this was very unhealthy for my mental, emotional and physical wellbeing. I broke through this illusion when I was 16 years old as I began to write poetry and without realising I was expressing myself on paper. This really helped me find my own voice and allowed me to confidently express myself and my feelings as I had no one else to talk to.
It is not ok to be silent, I feel the best way to express yourself, your emotions, feelings and thoughts is through creativity. This could be through writing a poem, a story, lyrics or a song, drawing, painting or even writing a few lines.
Remember you are not alone!
Paralyzed
Tattooed across her arm is a stain.
Petal on petal to enshroud, to mask
a silent bruise. Those eyes still wander
in solitude. Yes.
Her reflection bounces off
these plastered walls. Her lips don’t lie,
sealed with super glue and a pinch
of threat. I do not understand why. Do you?
Memories burn. Minor swirls
evaporate. Just like a dog tied on a leash,
a piece of crumb on a plate.
That is how she was owned.
Her voice
numb.
