I will endeavour to unlearn all that I have been taught
By a diseased culture:
Un-truths and half-truths
Like synapses digging grooves in my brain,
A worn out, tired path.
I will peel off the layers, meticulously woven into my fabric
That I wore like an armour, a straitjacket,
A millstone around my neck.
I will watch them fall to the ground,
And step out of them the way I step out of my clothes
At the end of a long day.
I will spread them out on a new path
That we will walk together,
Hand in hand, my love,
Note: All my poems are published in medium.com/@asilrashid