The soft shield

I play the victim. I play the small. I build a floor so I never fall.

If I am “weak,” they leave me be. The cage is safe. The cage is free.

I hide my fire. I dim my light. I win the war without a fight.

Let them believe I’m made of glass. It’s the only way to let them pass.

Behind the “helpless” look in my eyes, is a queen in waiting in a clever disguise.

— Dhruvika Arora