Dhriti Naidu
@amateurishpoetry
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.
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.