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by Akshara Babu<\/strong><\/p>\n Living,<\/p>\n I am girl as old as 7300 days, I like spending my time with my best friend Jack, Until I met you that night Breathing,<\/p>\n You see I am girl as old as 7300 nights You know I thought it was my fault until I saw I am the beauty in this story and you are the hellhound, a beast My heart will always speak louder than your actions and satisfactions I am not your plaything [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" [et_pb_section bb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”3.8″][et_pb_row][et_pb_column type=”4_4″][et_pb_text _builder_version=”3.8″] by Akshara Babu Living, I am girl as old as 7300 days, 5 foot 7 of laughter and smiles, With happy and tired eyes looking my way. I like spending my time with my best friend Jack, Gosh his jokes are so whack Relishing my coffee with milk and Hershey […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":304,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","et-has-post-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=303"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":408,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/303\/revisions\/408"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.navhindtimes.in\/kuriocity\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n5 foot 7 of laughter and smiles,
\nWith happy and tired eyes looking my way.<\/p>\n
\nGosh his jokes are so whack
\nRelishing my coffee with milk and Hershey kisses
\nI was a happy girl\u2026<\/p>\n
\nThe way you held me, no it didn\u2019t feel so right
\nThe way you looked at me, the grip around my wrists so tight
\nThat day I knew monsters weren\u2019t under my bed but under your skin
\nRoses didn\u2019t seem red but instead felt dead
\nGod\u2026 I am so stupid<\/p>\n
\nDoesn\u2019t own a name but a title of a victim
\nWith pitiful eyes looking my way
\nI don\u2019t spend time with Jack but my therapist Jill,
\nNo more coffees and Hershey kisses,
\nBut wine and happy pills.<\/p>\n
\nA boy with the same look in his eyes as yours
\nAnd I realise now,
\nThe measure of my skirt is not the measure of my consent,
\nThe measure of my fear is not the measure of your powers,
\nThe measure of your strength is not the measure of my weakness.<\/p>\n
\nI am not an object of your pleasure,
\nBut an embodiment of thoughts and wild creations.<\/p>\n
\nYou are not beguile but so goddamn vile,
\nI am not stupid but I am a fire of resilience.<\/p>\n
\nI am living.<\/p>\n(Writer is a student of MES Higher Secondary School)<\/em><\/h5>\n