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Why…am I?
Who am I, if there’s no midterms tomorrow? If I don’t have to go to class in the morning again, or sprint-walk across campus on a time crunch? Who am I when I’m sane, to-do list empty, solitary? When I’m sitting in the warm sun listening to the sound of cars whizzing busily by? Who…
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Protective walls
By guarding yourself from others, no one will know you. That way, you’ll be safe. Thats the narrative I’ve feel I’ve been instructed to operate with while navigating this world. Trust, in this world, is naivety. It’s for the weak and gulible. This world isn’t benevolent. Though this makes perfect sense to me now, I…
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The Bride
Voices, separated by a floorDon’t dare tell her she’s worth moreThan what she’s been bargained for Hands have been shookBrooms to replace the bookThey change her look Her jhumka pull her downAnd with the weight of her gownThey hide her frown Freedom has a genderNothing wrong with selling herIf she’s the burden and you are…