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01-03-21

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Dhriti Naidu

@amateurishpoetry

[/vc_column_text][vc_single_image image=”2513″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][vc_separator color=”white”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column width=”1/4″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]Exposed, 

Dehumanised, 

Powerless, 

It would never happen to me, 

right?

You left as fast as you came, 

The city noise fading away, 

It’s just me, 

and you. 

I feel my stomach screaming, 

You’re abhorrent, 

wicked, 

disgusting.

To you, 

I have no name, 

But somehow all I could think was, 

this was my fault. 

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/4″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_divider_position=”bottom”][vc_column][vc_separator color=”white”][vc_separator color=”white”][vc_separator][vc_column_text]Dhriti is an emerging writer, studying at QUT. She often writes poetry about personal experience and explores themes of social change, femininity and empowerment. Find more of her work on Instagram.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]