Shivangi Chaturvedi

Rookie (Lusaka, Zambia)

Bruised Woman - Poem by Shivangi Chaturvedi

For a dream is a dream,
and I have dreamt it.

You cannot, will not,
take it away.

There will be no apathy,
No unrequited philosophy.

Shame will not breathe,
on such sweet confining pain.

I need not your condescension,
Nor your ill feigned attention.

So walk,
Right now.
As far,
As far removed can be.

And when I cry,
T'is not for you.
T'is for me,
And my stupidity.

You can not trample
On the dawn of greatness.

You can not butcher,
My unborn child.

As I tower grand before you.

And forever remember,
Still I rise.

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  • Rookie Brandi Cuff (5/1/2007 3:01:00 PM)

    This poem is great and I can relate to this fully. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 20, 2011

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