Body Image Poem: DISTORTIONS, by Diya Misri

I cannot tell if it is broken – the mirror,
Or an imperfect reflection
Of my eyes,
Distorted – like a curl in my hair,
Lone – it does not suffice.
I bring up a hand –
A finger,
To cover all the damage done,
But my palms – they cannot fix
A wisdom that has been lost.
Distortions – like a glitch in my mind,
Flickering with colours bizarre,
A blip I cannot detect
Exists in all that we are.
I look into the mirror – still broken,
Reflection with incorrect proportions,
Distortions that muddle emotions,
I cannot tell,
If it is me or imperfect descriptions.

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By femalefilmfestival

The irony of this festival is that its goal is to not be around in 5 years time. To eventually not be relevant because there is zero need to have a festival geared for female talent and female stories because the stories presented in Hollywood and around the world are a balanced showcase of the human experience from both sexes. Our goal is to achieve a lot of success and then fold into oblivion simply because there is no need for this festival. This festival was created by the FEEDBACK Film & Writing Festival as a simple reaction to a strong need to showcase female talent from around the world in a more profound way. When putting together the weekly festival, the administration noticed a lack of a female presence in the stories being shown at the festival. A classic example and analogy to the frustration is how the festival noticed that even the smaller roles in a screenplay were written for a man to play. There was zero reason for this in many stories. How a police officer, or a political campaign manager, for example with 3-4 lines in a screenplay was a "HE" character. Why? And these are the screenplays written by the winners! The talented one who have obtained agents and have began/beginning their careers as a writer.

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