The Tale of a Purple Lily.

In a field filled with lush grass and different breeds of flowers and birds alike.

The purple lily took its time to bloom. Everything changed when the wind whispered a different song in the field of reeds. It hissed and blew more violently as the sun clocked its way in and out of the sky. It started as a song that seemed what one could think was a distant whisper.

As it grew louder, it rooted itself to the nutrition and the very oxygen the lily took in. From the worms that crawled and died at her feet, she believed it was nutrition. She was in no position to choose what she needed to grow. I guess it was the right nutrition at the wrong time. It was blinded to the fact that this was toxic but everyone said it was okay. It was necessary for growth and what she needed to grow to be the girl society expects.

She received nothing but sunlight and was told that one day when she does bloom,

She will be the prettiest lily.

Only and only if she cooperates and lives within the boundaries that have been set for her.

It all started with slow indoctrination by listening to a voice that was not entirely hers.

Fervently attributing all she knew to a voice that was never hers.

This all led to her attaching the strength of holding herself up to a man–

Or so she thought.

It is in how much she blinded herself to entertaining, picturing and neatly painting this idea.

This vivid idea of a man did not come to fruition.

The one who tripped and landed by her door step that fine breezy morning was nothing short of a boy.

I remember that fateful day when she allowed a 'man' to put a price over her head.

To put a value over her priceless tag. She mistook infatuation for love, mistook empty excuses, subtle abuses, fake love and messages wrapped in roses to be worth her heart. The days she ploughed through her mind and skin, she fought and fought.

I still wonder what she fought so hard to protect or keep.

She never fought for herself.

She sure never fought for her self-worth or self-love. She was too quick to want to know what love felt like.

Too quick to be engulfed just to be left buried with the debris of a broken love. Her heart poured and lusted to know what love felt like,

Mind you, she was still a little bud trying so hard to force herself to bloom before her time.

This little purple lily was subject to what we call ideals of patriarchy.

I owe this to the biggest contributors and sustainers; Women.

Yes, I said what I said. Women are indeed their worst enemies. Thousands of purple lilies, just like this one share a similar tale.

It all starts when they are small.

With the subtle commentaries and leaving it up to the lilies to discover how wrong society is.

How wrong society is to tell young girls and women that they have to attribute their worth to men. As if they are a broken part of a vessel, or made out of broken bones.

Too broken that they need a man who is whole enough to compensate for their broken selves.

Over apologizing, over loving, over, forgiving, over blaming, over giving. All these complexities root themselves deeply within these little seeds.

They are to fix everything, take in everything, compromise and accept it because they are women.

Born lilies in the fine fields where they have to bend according to how the wind blows.

It does not really matter if another lily is uprooted and loses its ground. Another will grow right?

It does not matter they try their best to keep their heads high above high waters.

The whole tale of the purple lily came about when she realized that everything around her would do what it takes to keep the whole whole.

It never mattered if you break what is already broken a little bit more— It is broken anyway.

It is the duty of the broken to ensure the whole stays whole, but at what cost? How much is enough?

Are you that broken to need a man whole enough to compensate for your 'broken self'? Who said you are broken in the first place? - Samita Mwanicky.

Photo credits: From @weurban on Instagram.

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Hello there! ✨☕ I hope you are well and you are staying safe. Thank you for reaching this far! I really really appreciate it! ✨✨ I hope you enjoyed reading this piece. It took a lot to write this because it is sad how many girls throw their lives away. This whole piece is heavy with my personal perspective.

You do not have to agree with it but I hope you got something form it regardless! ✨✨ If you know someone like this, give them time. If you are healing from something like this, I see you. I am proud of you. Keep going. Be the butterfly that nourishes other lilies! ✨✨ Be the person you want yourself to be.

Keep watering yourself. Sincerely hope you get there! Keep masking, staying safe, hydrated, and healthy! Till next time! 🧚‍♀️

SM 🌻