From The Quill of Suranya

Water over the head  Drowning in a sea of blood, Sweat and tears, blurry vision, A voice echoes in the chaos Of screaming bodies, silent minds.  Ideas do not die.  People do.  Ideas build societies.  People break them.  Ideas cause rebellion.  People suppress them.  Ideas are loud,  People silence them.  But when enough is enough  One idea multiplies into thousands, The silence screams into deafening noise Of resistance and protest; A cause brings about a crowd  That always hopes  It can change the world.  ~ Suranya

You look at me like a criminal,  An alienated black sheep in your elite society.  Because of your own prejudice and thoughts. My colour, my sexuality or perhaps my religion Pose a threat to your intolerant heart.  Trapped in my skin, my faith and my orientation. A storm bottles up and brews in me. Oppressed, suppressed and hurt,  Time and again, rejected by you from the start, There are times I say, Enough! I rise as a rebellion in your system,  Your crippled rules end up in chaos.  But soon the storm in me dies down. Tired and screaming in silence  Where none can hear me speak. I go back under your feet,  While you smile in victory,  Sucking the breath out of me,  Oh, I can't breathe! ~SURANYA