Sarbloh (Iron)

Written in response to typecasting. To racism. To the judgements my sisters and I face. We are more than the place you've heard of. We are Lionesses. Please watch the link!
 
I am the scattered seeds of Eastern origins,  
Beyond bangles, and bindis and cheap rubber cows that are sold on the streets.  
I am iron.  
You thought I'd say gold or the koh-I-noor diamond,  
But I do not 'do beauty',  
I do not do grace  
I am armour.  
Spurting from my centre fold  
3.5 grams live in bone marrow & tissue & enzymes. The rest is seen on me.  
I am 125,000 Lions on the fields of panjab.  
Oh the fields  
Drenched in Regal Blood  
I have that blood. I am bloodshed.  
The gentle chiming of ankle bracelets do no justice to my name,  
I am three foot swords clanging to the sound of drums  
I am heavy-metalled chains in the weight of my back  
I make a forest look like a single bush.  
I am my own mother nature.  
Though winter is coming; constantly coming; the frost may break my tentacles, but not reach my roots.  
The average tree takes 30 years to reach its final height  
But I have only existed for 1007 weeks, I am forever growing; I will not stop there.  
I am beyond the wind, I am beyond the fire that tries to singe my leaves;  
I will only reduce to ash, then reconstruct myself again.  
Metal layers, metal mindset.  
I am monsoon & daggers & the stampede of horses. I am the rich, Royal earth & the need of new laws & I am protection & the fight for others rights more than my own.  
But  
I am not stereotypes  
I am not thick Indian accents  
I am not the signature brown face  
I am not a taxi driver  
& I'm certainly not a terrorist  
I do not own a corner shop and  
I don't thrive on Bollywood movies  
I am iron. And I would rather be that than fairy dust.