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.

Watch,
As I tower grand before you.

And forever remember,
Still I rise.