ena ganguly

ena ganguly (ella/ellos) es una inmigrante del sur de Asia, nacida en Bihar, India, y criada en Missouri City. Escritora, editora y facilitadora, los escritos de ena han aparecido en Buzzfeed, BBC, The Austin Chronicle y Prizer Arts and Letters. ena ha trabajado como editora de Home-Making: On Belonging, Transience and Memory, en colaboración con el Asian American Resource Center de la ciudad de Austin, y de SEARCH & FIND: An Unflinching Excavation of Coming of Age Stories, con el apoyo de Roots. Wounds. Words. y Carnegie Hall.
Además de trabajar con organizaciones para ayudar a los escritores a convertirse en autores, ena ha escrito contenido para pequeñas empresas y organizaciones sin fines de lucro para darle carácter y voz a su marca.

ena se graduó de la Universidad de Texas en Austin con una licenciatura en Gobierno y Humanidades con honores, con una tesis sobre el trabajo de las mujeres y las leyes laborales en la India. En su tiempo libre, a ena le encanta salir a comprar tacos a altas horas de la noche con su pareja e intenta ser una mejor mamá de plantas.

Para seguirla a ella y su trabajo, visite su sitio web www.enaganguly.com

erasure of feminine labor.

We give up

Our power

Slice off the

Magic

From our skin

Break the ties

Created between

Sisters

for men

to enjoy us

Digest us

One by one

Make a footrest

Out of our bodies

Use the flesh of our

Love

To get stronger

Day by day

Men get closer

To the stars

With their feet

On our shoulders

And when they

Decide

We have done

Our

D u t y

We are

pushed

Into the darkness

Raw, exposed,

Halved

We disappear

Without a witness

To testify.

hands..

I remember feeling scared of my body

As a child whose curves were sprouting

Outwards and upwards

In ways that could attract the wrong set

Of hands

The wrong set of

Intents

I remember growing up in ways that

Involved both lushness and razor edges

When darkness would mean as quick

And swift a touch

That was neither wanted nor invited in

But came to make a home out of my body

Any way

I remember laying my body out

In the dark

For years and

Years

Willing myself to understand

The difference between what is

Light and what is Void

A task I still have not completed

I remember being touched and wanting

To touch

But the deep river of fear flowed

Through my blood even then

Even when

I felt so safe in your arms

I still felt like a freight truck turning on its head.