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Poetry by Kavya Janani. U
My 15-YO Self Wakes Up in My Present Body – Pantoum

My 15-YO Self Wakes Up in My Present Body – Pantoum

Let this swelled woman be a mirage.
It’s brutal; the way she ignores her body.
Can I get a list of her sacrifices?
The marks on her belly speak of a battle.

It’s brutal; the way she ignores her body.
What are the parts of herself she killed?
The marks on her belly speak of a battle.
How did she metamorphose into this?

What are the parts of herself this woman killed
To shed her identity to this extent?
How did she metamorphose into this?
I bet she let go of her freedom.

This woman sheds her identity,
Personifies monotony and pain.
I cannot let go of my freedom.
I shouldn’t become her; a mere husk.

This woman personifies monotony.
Can I get a list of her sacrifices?
I shouldn’t become her; a mere husk.
Let this swelled woman be a mirage.

©Kavya Janani. U


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