Poetry

Keep Running

Prajakta34 Comments

IMG_0097As I bent to tie up my laces,

I saw strangers gawking at my raised butt.

I bit down sharply and took deep breaths.

No matter

I will keep running.

 

As I started my warm-up jog,

I saw judgements on my age and frame.

I wished to conceal the salts of my hair.

No matter

I will keep running.

 

As I paced down the jogging track,

I saw smirks attacking my jiggling belly.

I resisted to hide behind baggy clothes

No matter.

I will keep running.

 

As I set forward accelerating,

I saw stares at my heaving breasts.

I refused to slow down and melt away.

No matter.

I will keep running

 

As I prepare before my first run,

I see a dogmatic society with beady eyes.

I was then inspired by them who still kept on.

No matter.

I will start running.

Looking at different people with their determination to not give up is often what keeps ME going! Anyone up for a run? 🙂

34 thoughts on “Keep Running”

  2. I loved this poem and when your race is done, you can sit back and say – I have run the good race, and not caring what society thought, I ran until I reached my goal- now I can relax.
    Susie

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  5. It seems to me that you saw so much negativity…. but was it really? Perhaps they were not looking at your butt, rather they were admiring you and wished that they were motivated to stretch and run? Perhaps they were not judging your age and frame, but envying your efforts to stay in shape regardless of your age and frame?

    Were they really belittling you in their own way? Quite possibly, but you can always make the assumptions they are simply envious… and keep running regardless. 🙂

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  6. This is beautiful. Keep running no matter what. You could be surprised they were all looking on in envy. 🙂

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  7. SMiLes.. my friend.. Prajakta.. tHere was a day
    and a tiMe.. when i worried about conforming
    to the limits and expectations
    of others..
    DEChADES
    iN the frOwns..
    the laughing at..
    the disgusting looks..
    at a thin androgynous looking
    boy in a red state patriarchal
    evangelist
    land
    of hate..
    but you kNow what..
    i didn’t give up.. i continued
    to get stronger.. but i did not
    find fearless.. until
    i gave
    them
    up..
    and determined
    that Love was both
    free and fearless now..
    then the creativity flows
    from head to toe.. in so many
    ways than the naysayers WilLL
    ever FEEL.. noWas bRoad as the sMile
    oF InFiniTy liVes withiN me.. i WiLL Survive..
    The best thing i ever did was when i was no longer
    afraid to stand in my ‘underwear’ in front of the world
    and dance
    free everywHere
    i go in public
    as that is
    both
    free
    and legal.. hehe..
    tHere is alWays
    a way out
    of the
    priSons
    of others
    as tHiS FREE
    iS geneRated withiN
    aLL G and X as WeLL..:)

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  17. Motivating! Loved these lines, a perfect conclusion!

    As I prepare before my first run,

    I see a dogmatic society with beady eyes.

    I was then inspired by them who still kept on.

    No matter.

    I will start running.

    Cheers 🙂

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