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Brazen | Spoken Word Poetry | Aishwarya Choudhary

You see me as weak-kneed, but look deep into my eyes

take a glimpse of my soul shiver, shudder, realize

that I am brazen and bold.

Because my intentions are clear, and I put my foot down.

Because I choose to be free unleashed, unbound.

I observe what I see, I decide where to be,

I choose what I wear, and I choose what to think.

fearlessly, without effort or worry, I choose to be free.

Because freedom is not an allowance, it’s mine to breathe.

But the look on your face when I walk the ways

you think are unsuitable, and speak of things that make you uncomfortable

says that behind that veil, you are quite vulnerable.

I am only letting you know that the likes of me,

have been here before and in wars of history, they’ve been fabled.

Don’t tell me how I am loud and too full of passion

that sometimes I am gullible in an unsound fashion

that I thank too many times when I think you’re kind.

That I make mistakes, sometimes correct them, sometimes forsake.

I know this all, and I know this well.

I won’t apologize for this, I never shall.

It’s not just me, ‘cause brazen is a breed.

And sometimes it seems you can’t yet see

that we are waterfalls – strength and direction.

We are mountains, beyond you, high with ambition.

We are forests with life – deep and resilient.

We are deserts, devoid of restrictions.

We are celestial because when we love,

we stir a riot in your name.

Yes, we are mad a little too extra

so flawed so difficult

We are crazy, We’re lunatics

bizarre and eccentric

We’re vibrant, We’re dynamic.

Anything, honestly, anything but apologetic.

And this part of our lives is called ‘Zero Regrets’.

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