A Dalit
I would distance myself from an identity of mine which I had been shameful of for most of my life. I had been shameful of the fact that I availed something called reservation and got through universities like I did. My shame, for some comfort to me now, did not come from within in me but from what I had been taught and told through existing in the urban setting of a seemingly egalitarian cityscape. It took me some beating from the feudal lords in some not so feudal circumstances to realize this is the only thing I have inherited. What I have in me is generations of torture, pain and tragedy. Something I would continue to bear until I take strength from the trauma to shatter this abominable setting. I am a Dalit who forgot her place. My place as a warrior in the shadows of misery to come up and take your insolence by its throat. Suffocate it until it speaks of the truth it so fastidiously hid from under the banner of ‘Umbridge’ eyes and disgusting pitiful smiles. Don’t you realise