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Be a Human

I had smiled at the twins
The beautiful children I had borne
They had been covered in pink robes
That matched their skin tone.
My little twins had my eyes
Yet they both saw the world differently
My son loved the big fluffy monkey
My daughter loved the kangaroo and her baby.
Then came toys that weren’t living
Toys with wheels, toys with lights
Their strives to get to the best model 
Led to some noisy, violent fights.
At night, I would sit by their bedside
And listen to stories of their developing acumen
There would be pauses for my advice in some
Where I would suggest them to do what is human.

As my twins grew older
They looked more different from each other
My daughter’s body experienced changes
That differed her from her brother.
My daughter’s dresses fitted her curves perfectly
My son’s broad shoulders lifted his blazer flawlessly.
My daughter preferred to keep her eyebrows aligned
My son preferred to keep a beard on his jawline.
My twins were growing up into humans
Whom their mother was proud of
My girl was emerging into a debater
My boy was becoming an artist and painter.
There came a phase in my son’s life
When he faced a heartbreak
His sister wiped his tears for him
Every time he had an outbreak.
When he got angry with himself
For getting affected that way
His sister would remind him
What their mother used to say.
“Mother wanted us to become
More human with every passing day
And when humans face heartbreak
They all get affected this way.”

The broad shoulders and jawline beard 
Now adorned a fashion designer
The acclaimed school debater 
Grew up into an administrator.
My son fell in love with a woman
Who became a spine for his back
My daughter worked for her nation
And set her district on the right track.
Soon I got to see my little grand daughter
In robes that matched her skin tone
Her parents took leave from work
As they couldn’t leave her alone.

My son sat with his daughter 
And told her a story every day
Until one day he narrated a tale
That sounded quite astray.
“Long long ago, once upon a time
Girls and boys were not considered alike
Girls were asked to be soft or quiet
And only then would they become ‘lady-like’.
They were given vinyl toys to play with
Whom they dressed up, the way we dress you up
They weren’t sent out to play with friends
Were instead asked to cook like a grown up.
Boys of that time were strange too
They did not have clothes in shades of pink
They were told that they won’t become men if they cried
And their tears had to remain on the brink.”
When my son’s little daughter asked her father
“Why did they treat their girls and boys this way?”
He said,- “They were busy growing up to be men and ladies
And forgot to be human with every passing day.”

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