You go Girl...

After, 
navigating life alone with courage,
overcoming challenges with grace,
establishing yourself as a successful professional,
demonstrating your superior aesthetic sense,
being acclaimed for your culinary prowess,
manifesting your sensitivity and ability to brighten spirits,

You don't need to be protected,
You don't need to be told who you are,
You don't need rules to curtail you,
You don't need to fit into any mould,
You don't need approval to make your decisions,
You don't need to surrender your free will.

You are the master of your dreams,
So give yourself the best role!

Shortcut to the dead end

Not enough time or patience,
To visit places or relish different cuisines,
To read books or appreciate art from around the world,
To learn the myriad languages or grok diverse cultures,
To understand belief systems or analyze thought processes,
To make a distinction between sense and sensibility.

So, we assume an oversimplified narrative,
Boxing people into stereotypes,
Magnifying the differences,
Amplifying the biases,
Crushing our ability to reason,
Energizing our latent insecurities,
Crystallizing them into a mixture of anger and fear,

We strive to protect ourselves,
To guard our culture,
Exposing the worst human instincts, 
Sacrificing ourselves at the altar,
Of an utterly unnecessary war, 
that will have no winners!

Race

Life is,
A never ending race,
where leads are an ephemeral emotion,
and winning is an illusion,
An endless game of dice,
where lady luck stamps her authority,
and winning seems like charity,
A journey through time,
where relativity defines the story,
And winning is confined to a theory.

And yet..
We inflict upon ourselves the notion,
That winning is the implicit expectation.
Choosing to confine joy to the few bubbles of "victory",
In the hope of making history.