okay, so Diksha is one of the best poets in India (literally, she is a member of the team that won the first ever National Poetry slam last year) I'm so so glad she's reaching a wider audience now. Go Diksha!!!
Screamed when I saw this, one doesn't usually see many south asian poets being recognized. Her last name sounds a bit like the Urdu word for electricity and honestly, so fitting 💕💕
The first time I ever did squats I could not walk straight for 3 whole days Which meant cancelling all my Shopping plans And Netflix and chill plans And well definitely doing more squats plans And my mom she said honey you're not made for this You cannot just tell your body you're coming to burn all it's food babies And not expect a backlash Be scared of your body child And I did not know what that meant Till my 18th birthday when I picked out my favourite white dress Put it on with all the 365 days I'd added to my age log To my puberty log Protruding arcs from little spaces of my little white dress Like the little girl still learning to sit in her skin To walk around in her skin Like it wasn't a mistake she was less subject more object Before she was told to shed the fairy-tale and offered rape culture for gun point you are not a skinny little girl some days you are more body than girl curves in all the right places This is the story of a girl who was told to be scared of a body like it was a teenage boy who grew up too fast her concealment does not sit on top of a mountain watching her through binoculars it sits at home close to her like the mother who cancelled a birthday party for a dress too revealing that night I told myself that this was all a metaphor Like the dress was every uncovered thigh and the birthday was all of my dreams And my mom well, she was just my mom Trying to live up to her mom to cover every bare arc of skin like she was told to safeguard the depression between my breasts so nobody knows it exists even if it meant stuffing it clean with my dreams like each time I reached out to touch the glass ceiling they pull me down and they say what do you expect just walking around in that like you know what you want to be as if all our outfits are one or the other kind of promiscuous like I want to be a doctor promiscuous or I want to be a model promiscuous or I want to live my life promiscuous who is going to fight our battles if all we fight are loose sleeves that refuse to surrender who is going to tell our daughters about the power of choice that each day I choose to wear my dress one inch shorter I am refusing your guts to think you can tell me that I cannot My limbs have one purpose and it is not to provoke you That each time she walks up to me with her well concealed bust in a public place To tell me my bra strap is showing I do not turn the other cheek Which is to say I will not let Victoria keep it my secret any more This is the story of hiked up skirts, skin tight confidence, Kardashian butts and size 48 dress That will not squeeze into your morals anymore Last night I sat across the table with my wardrobe, deep neck blouse and ripped jeans And we were perfect without your third-wheeling So, when you tell me my body is less body more distraction I’ll tell you that each time I walk into the store and pick out the first dress I’m not thinking sensualize, I’m thinking world domination, I’m thinking lady gaga flawless I’m thinking women spend half of their nights waiting to be prepared so they might as well be Maybe our short dresses are our capes, making us realize that superheroes have them for a reason So, when we come at you in pitch black guerrilla warfare you’ll know exactly what you’re in for Let every superman know that wonder woman will not hide anymore That she’ll fly high and not adjust the length of her skirt just so her mom cannot see her underwear from the ground Let all those moms know that she’ll not fear her own body That doomsday can rip her shield apart, tear her armour down, leave her bare naked in the sky For the whole of Gotham city to see but in this battle, she’ll be defeated by anything but shame So much for the wonder of a woman who refuses to turn her body against her So much for the dress codes that do not become laws So much for unaltered dreams and dresses Some days you stand against the sunset and I trace the silhouette of your being with my fingers There is nothing sexual about it, just the way sunlight falls on the curves of your skin with no complaints And does not wish to change your shadow I wish, I wish people were like sunlight too. ❤️
The first time I ever did squats I could not walk straight for 3 whole days Which meant cancelling all my Shopping plans And Netflix and chill plans And well definitely doing more squats plans And my mom she said honey you're not made for this You cannot just tell your body you're coming to burn all it's food babies And not expect a backlash Be scared of your body child And I did not know what that meant Till my 18th birthday when I picked out my favourite white dress Put it on with all the 365 days I'd added to my age log To my puberty log Protruding arcs from little spaces of my little white dress Like the little girl still learning to sit in her skin To walk around in her skin Like it wasn't a mistake she was less subject more object Before she was told to shed the fairy-tale and offered rape culture for gun point you are not a skinny little girl some days you are more body than girl curves in all the right places This is the story of a girl who was told to be scared of a body like it was a teenage boy who grew up too fast her concealment does not sit on top of a mountain watching her through binoculars it sits at home close to her like the mother who cancelled a birthday party for a dress too revealing that night I told myself that this was all a metaphor Like the dress was every uncovered thigh and the birthday was all of my dreams And my mom well, she was just my mom Trying to live up to her mom to cover every bare arc of skin like she was told to safeguard the depression between my breasts so nobody knows it exists even if it meant stuffing it clean with my dreams like each time I reached out to touch the glass ceiling they pull me down and they say what do you expect just walking around in that like you know what you want to be as if all our outfits are one or the other kind of promiscuous like I want to be a doctor promiscuous or I want to be a model promiscuous or I want to live my life promiscuous who is going to fight our battles if all we fight are loose sleeves that refuse to surrender who is going to tell our daughters about the power of choice that each day I choose to wear my dress one inch shorter I am refusing your guts to think you can tell me that I cannot My limbs have one purpose and it is not to provoke you That each time she walks up to me with her well concealed bust in a public place To tell me my bra strap is showing I do not turn the other cheek Which is to say I will not let Victoria keep it my secret any more This is the story of hiked up skirts, skin tight confidence, Kardashian butts and size 48 dress That will not squeeze into your morals anymore Last night I sat across the table with my wardrobe, deep neck blouse and ripped jeans And we were perfect without your third-wheeling So, when you tell me my body is less body more distraction I’ll tell you that each time I walk into the store and pick out the first dress I’m not thinking sensualize, I’m thinking world domination, I’m thinking lady gaga flawless I’m thinking women spend half of their nights waiting to be prepared so they might as well be Maybe our short dresses are our capes, making us realize that superheroes have them for a reason So, when we come at you in pitch black guerrilla warfare you’ll know exactly what you’re in for Let every superman know that wonder woman will not hide anymore That she’ll fly high and not adjust the length of her skirt just so her mom cannot see her underwear from the ground Let all those moms know that she’ll not fear her own body That doomsday can rip her shield apart, tear her armour down, leave her bare naked in the sky For the whole of Gotham city to see but in this battle, she’ll be defeated by anything but shame So much for the wonder of a woman who refuses to turn her body against her So much for the dress codes that do not become laws So much for unaltered dreams and dresses Some days you stand against the sunset and I trace the silhouette of your being with my fingers There is nothing sexual about it, just the way sunlight falls on the curves of your skin with no complaints And does not wish to change your shadow I wish, I wish people were like sunlight too. ❤️
I feel bad for not being able to understand every word of this. The captions helped a little but weren't spot on. I loved what I understood of this though!❤️
The first time I ever did squats I could not walk straight for 3 whole days Which meant cancelling all my Shopping plans And Netflix and chill plans And well definitely doing more squats plans And my mom she said honey you're not made for this You cannot just tell your body you're coming to burn all it's food babies And not expect a backlash Be scared of your body child And I did not know what that meant Till my 18th birthday when I picked out my favourite white dress Put it on with all the 365 days I'd added to my age log To my puberty log Protruding arcs from little spaces of my little white dress Like the little girl still learning to sit in her skin To walk around in her skin Like it wasn't a mistake she was less subject more object Before she was told to shed the fairy-tale and offered rape culture for gun point you are not a skinny little girl some days you are more body than girl curves in all the right places This is the story of a girl who was told to be scared of a body like it was a teenage boy who grew up too fast her concealment does not sit on top of a mountain watching her through binoculars it sits at home close to her like the mother who cancelled a birthday party for a dress too revealing that night I told myself that this was all a metaphor Like the dress was every uncovered thigh and the birthday was all of my dreams And my mom well, she was just my mom Trying to live up to her mom to cover every bare arc of skin like she was told to safeguard the depression between my breasts so nobody knows it exists even if it meant stuffing it clean with my dreams like each time I reached out to touch the glass ceiling they pull me down and they say what do you expect just walking around in that like you know what you want to be as if all our outfits are one or the other kind of promiscuous like I want to be a doctor promiscuous or I want to be a model promiscuous or I want to live my life promiscuous who is going to fight our battles if all we fight are loose sleeves that refuse to surrender who is going to tell our daughters about the power of choice that each day I choose to wear my dress one inch shorter I am refusing your guts to think you can tell me that I cannot My limbs have one purpose and it is not to provoke you That each time she walks up to me with her well concealed bust in a public place To tell me my bra strap is showing I do not turn the other cheek Which is to say I will not let Victoria keep it my secret any more This is the story of hiked up skirts, skin tight confidence, Kardashian butts and size 48 dress That will not squeeze into your morals anymore Last night I sat across the table with my wardrobe, deep neck blouse and ripped jeans And we were perfect without your third-wheeling So, when you tell me my body is less body more distraction I’ll tell you that each time I walk into the store and pick out the first dress I’m not thinking sensualize, I’m thinking world domination, I’m thinking lady gaga flawless I’m thinking women spend half of their nights waiting to be prepared so they might as well be Maybe our short dresses are our capes, making us realize that superheroes have them for a reason So, when we come at you in pitch black guerrilla warfare you’ll know exactly what you’re in for Let every superman know that wonder woman will not hide anymore That she’ll fly high and not adjust the length of her skirt just so her mom cannot see her underwear from the ground Let all those moms know that she’ll not fear her own body That doomsday can rip her shield apart, tear her armour down, leave her bare naked in the sky For the whole of Gotham city to see but in this battle, she’ll be defeated by anything but shame So much for the wonder of a woman who refuses to turn her body against her So much for the dress codes that do not become laws So much for unaltered dreams and dresses Some days you stand against the sunset and I trace the silhouette of your being with my fingers There is nothing sexual about it, just the way sunlight falls on the curves of your skin with no complaints And does not wish to change your shadow I wish, I wish people were like sunlight too. ❤️
okay, so Diksha is one of the best poets in India (literally, she is a member of the team that won the first ever National Poetry slam last year)
I'm so so glad she's reaching a wider audience now. Go Diksha!!!
Screamed when I saw this, one doesn't usually see many south asian poets being recognized.
Her last name sounds a bit like the Urdu word for electricity and honestly, so fitting 💕💕
*bring more Indian poets to the spotlight, they're brilliant*
So happy to see an Indian poet 💕🇮🇳
THIS IS SO GOOD wow!! The way she said all of her words with an optimistic power was incredible
YES INDIAN POETS
I keep coming back to this. Thank you Diksha, for this powerful piece. You inspire me!
That was amazing! I especially loved when she said "My limbs have one purpose and it's not to be sensual"
My limbs have one purpose, and it is NOT to provoke you. 💗
Beautiful Diksha! Soo proud💟✨
One of my absolute favs.
So proud of you, saw you perform live during the campus diaries tour and am so proud to see you represented by button, you do you girl!
I've always been a huge fan of her, I'm so glad she's on button poetry.
"I wish people were like sunlight too" ❤️❤️😭😭👏👏🙏🙏
I got chills, omg
this is amazing omg i love her
I'm so glad I've seen her perform in India
Love this soooo much 😍😍
hats off! This is so beautifu.
it is so amazing to see you on Button Poetry. Day before yesterday, I talked about it and today you are here. 😊
The first time I ever did squats
I could not walk straight for 3 whole days
Which meant cancelling all my
Shopping plans
And Netflix and chill plans
And well definitely doing more squats plans
And my mom she said honey you're not made for this
You cannot just tell your body you're coming to burn all it's food babies
And not expect a backlash
Be scared of your body child
And I did not know what that meant
Till my 18th birthday when I picked out my favourite white dress
Put it on with all the 365 days I'd added to my age log
To my puberty log
Protruding arcs from little spaces of my little white dress
Like the little girl still learning to sit in her skin
To walk around in her skin
Like it wasn't a mistake she was less subject more object
Before she was told to shed the fairy-tale
and offered rape culture for gun point you are not a skinny little girl
some days you are more body than girl
curves in all the right places
This is the story of a girl who was told to be scared of a body like it was a teenage boy who grew up too fast
her concealment does not sit on top of a mountain watching her through binoculars
it sits at home close to her
like the mother who cancelled a birthday party for a dress too revealing
that night I told myself that this was all a metaphor
Like the dress was every uncovered thigh and the birthday was all of my dreams
And my mom well, she was just my mom
Trying to live up to her mom to cover every bare arc of skin
like she was told to safeguard the depression between my breasts so nobody knows it exists
even if it meant stuffing it clean with my dreams
like each time I reached out to touch the glass ceiling they pull me down and they say
what do you expect just walking around in that like you know what you want to be
as if all our outfits are one or the other kind of promiscuous
like I want to be a doctor promiscuous
or I want to be a model promiscuous
or I want to live my life promiscuous
who is going to fight our battles if all we fight are loose sleeves that refuse to surrender
who is going to tell our daughters about the power of choice
that each day I choose to wear my dress one inch shorter
I am refusing your guts to think you can tell me that I cannot
My limbs have one purpose and it is not to provoke you
That each time she walks up to me with her well concealed bust in a public place
To tell me my bra strap is showing I do not turn the other cheek
Which is to say I will not let Victoria keep it my secret any more
This is the story of hiked up skirts, skin tight confidence, Kardashian butts and size 48 dress
That will not squeeze into your morals anymore
Last night I sat across the table with my wardrobe, deep neck blouse and ripped jeans
And we were perfect without your third-wheeling
So, when you tell me my body is less body more distraction
I’ll tell you that each time I walk into the store and pick out the first dress
I’m not thinking sensualize, I’m thinking world domination, I’m thinking lady gaga flawless
I’m thinking women spend half of their nights waiting to be prepared so they might as well be
Maybe our short dresses are our capes, making us realize that superheroes have them for a reason
So, when we come at you in pitch black guerrilla warfare you’ll know exactly what you’re in for
Let every superman know that wonder woman will not hide anymore
That she’ll fly high and not adjust the length of her skirt just so her mom cannot see her underwear from the ground
Let all those moms know that she’ll not fear her own body
That doomsday can rip her shield apart, tear her armour down, leave her bare naked in the sky
For the whole of Gotham city to see but in this battle, she’ll be defeated by anything but shame
So much for the wonder of a woman who refuses to turn her body against her
So much for the dress codes that do not become laws
So much for unaltered dreams and dresses
Some days you stand against the sunset and I trace the silhouette of your being with my fingers
There is nothing sexual about it, just the way sunlight falls on the curves of your skin with no complaints
And does not wish to change your shadow
I wish, I wish people were like sunlight too. ❤️
I legit had goosebumps ! More power to you girl 💯
IM SO HAPPY
this is really good!
AMAZING!
Damn!!!!! Amazing!
i loved it!!!!!
I do not have the words to describe how much I goddamn love this :0
❤
"I wish people were like sunlight" oh my GOD
is there a transcript available? English is not my first language and I struggle understanding accents 🙈
The first time I ever did squats
I could not walk straight for 3 whole days
Which meant cancelling all my
Shopping plans
And Netflix and chill plans
And well definitely doing more squats plans
And my mom she said honey you're not made for this
You cannot just tell your body you're coming to burn all it's food babies
And not expect a backlash
Be scared of your body child
And I did not know what that meant
Till my 18th birthday when I picked out my favourite white dress
Put it on with all the 365 days I'd added to my age log
To my puberty log
Protruding arcs from little spaces of my little white dress
Like the little girl still learning to sit in her skin
To walk around in her skin
Like it wasn't a mistake she was less subject more object
Before she was told to shed the fairy-tale
and offered rape culture for gun point you are not a skinny little girl
some days you are more body than girl
curves in all the right places
This is the story of a girl who was told to be scared of a body like it was a teenage boy who grew up too fast
her concealment does not sit on top of a mountain watching her through binoculars
it sits at home close to her
like the mother who cancelled a birthday party for a dress too revealing
that night I told myself that this was all a metaphor
Like the dress was every uncovered thigh and the birthday was all of my dreams
And my mom well, she was just my mom
Trying to live up to her mom to cover every bare arc of skin
like she was told to safeguard the depression between my breasts so nobody knows it exists
even if it meant stuffing it clean with my dreams
like each time I reached out to touch the glass ceiling they pull me down and they say
what do you expect just walking around in that like you know what you want to be
as if all our outfits are one or the other kind of promiscuous
like I want to be a doctor promiscuous
or I want to be a model promiscuous
or I want to live my life promiscuous
who is going to fight our battles if all we fight are loose sleeves that refuse to surrender
who is going to tell our daughters about the power of choice
that each day I choose to wear my dress one inch shorter
I am refusing your guts to think you can tell me that I cannot
My limbs have one purpose and it is not to provoke you
That each time she walks up to me with her well concealed bust in a public place
To tell me my bra strap is showing I do not turn the other cheek
Which is to say I will not let Victoria keep it my secret any more
This is the story of hiked up skirts, skin tight confidence, Kardashian butts and size 48 dress
That will not squeeze into your morals anymore
Last night I sat across the table with my wardrobe, deep neck blouse and ripped jeans
And we were perfect without your third-wheeling
So, when you tell me my body is less body more distraction
I’ll tell you that each time I walk into the store and pick out the first dress
I’m not thinking sensualize, I’m thinking world domination, I’m thinking lady gaga flawless
I’m thinking women spend half of their nights waiting to be prepared so they might as well be
Maybe our short dresses are our capes, making us realize that superheroes have them for a reason
So, when we come at you in pitch black guerrilla warfare you’ll know exactly what you’re in for
Let every superman know that wonder woman will not hide anymore
That she’ll fly high and not adjust the length of her skirt just so her mom cannot see her underwear from the ground
Let all those moms know that she’ll not fear her own body
That doomsday can rip her shield apart, tear her armour down, leave her bare naked in the sky
For the whole of Gotham city to see but in this battle, she’ll be defeated by anything but shame
So much for the wonder of a woman who refuses to turn her body against her
So much for the dress codes that do not become laws
So much for unaltered dreams and dresses
Some days you stand against the sunset and I trace the silhouette of your being with my fingers
There is nothing sexual about it, just the way sunlight falls on the curves of your skin with no complaints
And does not wish to change your shadow
I wish, I wish people were like sunlight too. ❤️
wow!
im snapping my fingers while taking a dump
I feel bad for not being able to understand every word of this. The captions helped a little but weren't spot on. I loved what I understood of this though!❤️
The first time I ever did squats
I could not walk straight for 3 whole days
Which meant cancelling all my
Shopping plans
And Netflix and chill plans
And well definitely doing more squats plans
And my mom she said honey you're not made for this
You cannot just tell your body you're coming to burn all it's food babies
And not expect a backlash
Be scared of your body child
And I did not know what that meant
Till my 18th birthday when I picked out my favourite white dress
Put it on with all the 365 days I'd added to my age log
To my puberty log
Protruding arcs from little spaces of my little white dress
Like the little girl still learning to sit in her skin
To walk around in her skin
Like it wasn't a mistake she was less subject more object
Before she was told to shed the fairy-tale
and offered rape culture for gun point you are not a skinny little girl
some days you are more body than girl
curves in all the right places
This is the story of a girl who was told to be scared of a body like it was a teenage boy who grew up too fast
her concealment does not sit on top of a mountain watching her through binoculars
it sits at home close to her
like the mother who cancelled a birthday party for a dress too revealing
that night I told myself that this was all a metaphor
Like the dress was every uncovered thigh and the birthday was all of my dreams
And my mom well, she was just my mom
Trying to live up to her mom to cover every bare arc of skin
like she was told to safeguard the depression between my breasts so nobody knows it exists
even if it meant stuffing it clean with my dreams
like each time I reached out to touch the glass ceiling they pull me down and they say
what do you expect just walking around in that like you know what you want to be
as if all our outfits are one or the other kind of promiscuous
like I want to be a doctor promiscuous
or I want to be a model promiscuous
or I want to live my life promiscuous
who is going to fight our battles if all we fight are loose sleeves that refuse to surrender
who is going to tell our daughters about the power of choice
that each day I choose to wear my dress one inch shorter
I am refusing your guts to think you can tell me that I cannot
My limbs have one purpose and it is not to provoke you
That each time she walks up to me with her well concealed bust in a public place
To tell me my bra strap is showing I do not turn the other cheek
Which is to say I will not let Victoria keep it my secret any more
This is the story of hiked up skirts, skin tight confidence, Kardashian butts and size 48 dress
That will not squeeze into your morals anymore
Last night I sat across the table with my wardrobe, deep neck blouse and ripped jeans
And we were perfect without your third-wheeling
So, when you tell me my body is less body more distraction
I’ll tell you that each time I walk into the store and pick out the first dress
I’m not thinking sensualize, I’m thinking world domination, I’m thinking lady gaga flawless
I’m thinking women spend half of their nights waiting to be prepared so they might as well be
Maybe our short dresses are our capes, making us realize that superheroes have them for a reason
So, when we come at you in pitch black guerrilla warfare you’ll know exactly what you’re in for
Let every superman know that wonder woman will not hide anymore
That she’ll fly high and not adjust the length of her skirt just so her mom cannot see her underwear from the ground
Let all those moms know that she’ll not fear her own body
That doomsday can rip her shield apart, tear her armour down, leave her bare naked in the sky
For the whole of Gotham city to see but in this battle, she’ll be defeated by anything but shame
So much for the wonder of a woman who refuses to turn her body against her
So much for the dress codes that do not become laws
So much for unaltered dreams and dresses
Some days you stand against the sunset and I trace the silhouette of your being with my fingers
There is nothing sexual about it, just the way sunlight falls on the curves of your skin with no complaints
And does not wish to change your shadow
I wish, I wish people were like sunlight too. ❤️
lmao i have the same name as her