Beautiful Tragedy.

My life is a beautiful tragedy

Lots of effort put to make the beautiful more than the tragedy

Tears, bitter enough to spite a drink

Sweat, abundant enough to make a stream

A little too worried about a reason to blossom

So much uncertainty, I can feel my heart flip over.

My smile is a beautiful tragedy

I try so hard to accept the beautiful

But I am remembered daily of restrictions

Restrictions because I am different

Because I am weird and because I am not meant to exist

A different and dominant entity, I am called

To do the dirty and smile while doing it, it's my cross

So heavy I have to bear with a smile

No tears to drop, I am created for this, I am informed.

My world is a beautiful tragedy

Tragedy upon tragedy and disregard to my fierceness

My strength is noticed, however, viewed as a threat

The world has seen it but the view is threatening

How can a smile be ugly and beautiful

I would have left a long time ago

But the string attached to the decisions made by me are unbreaking 

I would have said it in my little voice without a crack

My race is a beautiful tragedy

Panicking and stationed at a spot

Not a ray of hope on some days

Not a ray of loss on some days

In between, not losing, not winning

A beautiful tragedy 

Splits of opinions. Jars of emotions

Reasons are given

Acts defended

Of a few days ago or years, maybe

A beautiful tragedy

Do not say it out loud

Do not let my insecurity out the door

Let's box it and strain it eventually

Let's keep it and use it to our advantage 

My life to them is beautiful

I know, there is a little bit of everything else

Maybe, tragedy

The tragedy is expected anyway.

When there is war, the misogynistic people fall

The tragedy for them

My girls win

A beautiful life

A mix

Beauty and tragedy

Beautiful tragedy.