When I walk home,I hold my keys like claws,a prayer between my fingers.It’s not paranoiaif it happens twice in one week.They say “you’re so mature for your age,”but I am fourteenand I want to be smallwithout being hunted.Every glancefeels like paperworkI never agreed to sign—proof that I am public property.At school, they teach math,not how to disappearinto shadows when footsteps follow.I don’t want to be fearless.I want to be left alone.
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Tanisha Bose
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Tanisha Bose is a 15-year-old poet from India who writes about identity, survival, and silence through raw, lyrical verse. Her work has appeared in Blue Marble Review , Merion West , The Brussels Review and many more. Beyond writing, she enjoys baking, reading, playing the keyboard, and painting.
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