don't think i'm weak
don't think i can't do anything
I am a contemporary woman
no less than
will stop by not stopping
nor will I bow down
on wings of faith
carrying dreams
with confidence
i will grow
Success
Power,
Confidence
Faith
Without any support
I am growing....
About the Creator
Anjali
I am a unique writer.
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
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