(definition: Study) ( a poem about an inspiration human known as my grandma)
It started with a drought,
Indian soil does not thrive without rain.
The nature of the conflict that followed
Was one the fourth generation too,
on a different a longitude
would get to know well.
Money and property
can mean everything to some.
Maybe it was the ambition
Given to her by her mother
That made her the first,
The first to leave,
Girls don’t go out
Girls don’t get past grade five
They stay within the village which confines,
and decides for them that grades
Don’t exist in their world.
they didn’t for their mothers.
Safety, and her father said no,
Because the deep water well
The only source for life
And drown her
Girls don’t get out
Her doctor said no,
She was weak:
bleeding more than girls should,
But doing better than girls should.
In a school with a tenfold difference,
5 girls 50 boys,
drowned in teasing voices,
she came in first.
In the middle of these voices,
She heard the one passed down to her
by her teachers,
and solidified by her mother.
The one she internalized,
and made her own
This is the voice she passed down to her children
And passes down to her grandchildren today.
The path easily blurred and obscured
By money and property,
By marriage and conflict,
By outside voices
Is illuminated clearly with her voice.
Shreya Reddy is a first-year student in the College of Arts and Sciences at Boston University. Her work has never been published. She is a Sociology major and Visual Arts minor.