You see
I am a woman
Yes, over & above
I come from a marginalised community
I am ugly
You say
Not at my best age
To attract you either
But you see
I am
Not human
To you
As it seems
To me
And it feels
Immensely
An object
Surely
But I doubt
How thankless
Would I be
If it were
For me
You call me
Sympathetic
Tender
Impractical
Over how I attach value
To
What you would never
I live
Or I say
Survive
As far as
I can
I see my early death
Determined
By how I do not
Identify as
Upper class
Upper caste
Beautiful
Working
Women
I don’t
Fit
In your frame
And now you
Decide
For me
If I should die
If not
An absolute death
But
Extremis
An inhumane
Life
Sinking & fading
Existing for
My only soul
I die
And yet
Not called out
Yet
Not remembered