“I am Veena Nankani” By Veena Nankani

A poem about overcoming trauma, abuse, disability and long-term sickness.

 
HAVE YOU ever been disabled?
Yes.
Have you ever been dyslexic?
Yes.
Have you ever been declared by a medical professional as retarded?
Yes.
Have you ever been so confused that you questioned your own intelligence?
Yes.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani.
 
 
HAVE YOU ever been emotionally abused?
Yes.
Have you ever been physically abused?
Yes.
Have you ever been sexually abused?
Yes.
Have any of your abusers been a members of your own sex?
Yes.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani.
 
 
HAVE YOU ever had a stalker?
Yes. 
Have you ever been kidnapped?
Yes.
Have you ever been raped?
Yes.
Did you get pregnant by your rapist?
Yes.
Did you abort the pregnancy?
Yes.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani.
 
 
HAVE YOU ever been grossly assaulted?
Yes.
Have you ever been beaten to a pulp?
Yes.  
Have you ever been threatened with a gun held to your head?
Yes.
Have you ever had to escape for your life?
Yes.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani.
 
 
HAVE YOU ever been depressed?
Yes.
Have you ever contemplated suicide?
Yes.
Have you ever been so betrayed that you questioned if you would recover?
Yes.
Have you ever experienced a heart ache which felt your heart was physically aching?
Yes.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani.
 
 
HAVE YOU ever had a long-term illness that almost killed you?
Yes.
Has it ever been a feasible possibility that your parents will outlive you?
Yes.
Have you ever medically died?
Yes.
Have you ever floated outside your body?
Yes.
Have you ever lost all your memory after prolonged unconsciousness including the memory of who you are?
Yes.
Have you ever been totally physically incapacitated for two years or more? 
Yes.
Have you ever had to have anyone else clean, bathe, dress and feed you as an adult?
Yes.
Have you ever had to re-learn how to walk, talk, sleep and read?
Yes.
Have you recovered from your medical crisis?
Yes.
Did your memory return?
Yes.
Have you ever been so broke during your recovery that you rationed your food?
Yes.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani
 
 
HAVE YOU ever been bullied?
No.
Have you been through a phase were you hated men because of your abuse?
No.
Did you hate women because of your abuse?
No.
Do you have any issues with trust?
No.
Do you have any issues with anxiety?
No.
Have you ever had addictions, insecurity, blamed yourself, suffered from an inferiority complex or anything of this nature?
No.
Have you ever hated your face because it brought you unwanted attention?
No.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani
 
 
PLEASE ELABORATE:
 
How do you feel about children?
They are my amongst my favourite category of human beings.
How do you live?
Joyously.
How do you love?
Freely.
How do you give?
Willingly – with outstretched hands.
How are you sane?
I accept reality – I made peace with the past, I got therapy, I healed, then I moved into the present and the future completely at peace.
Was your heart not broken by your abusers?
No. I did not give them that right. I have found no situation worthy of a loss of my sanity.
Do you hate your abusers?
No. I do not despise the accuser, I do not damn the abuser. My desire is that all reach the place of enlightenment before death where an understanding of the journey of life brings about a change to positive morality.
Why?
My heart has not learnt how to hate. That being said they are not welcome in my life. I keep my distance from all who do not care about me and all that seek to harm me. 
But good people like you don’t deserve to be abused!
Wrong – No one deserves be abused.
How can you think like this after all you’ve been through?
The configuration of my brain understands the sickness and addictions that lead my abusers to commit the atrocities which no sane mind can even contemplate as an option. This is how I see it.
Who are you?
I am Veena Nankani
 
 
Thank you for being so candid. Why are you sharing this?
Some people will begin their journey of seeking help and healing by the sharing of this poem. Some people will view and treat some dysfunctional people with more compassion understanding that there may be a very difficult back-story which led to their behaviour being predictably the norm for one who has experienced such trauma. Some people will read this and remember they have no legitimate problems. Others will be challenged to do better knowing they have no excuse.
 
This is a poem?
Yes.
 
It is a weird poem.
Who cares. It is my form poetry.
 
It is a very sad poem.
No it is not. It is a poem about overcoming. It is a very happy poem. I found my joy and no one and nothing can quench it. Any further questions?
 
Only one last question. Who are you?
I am Veena Akosua Druowaa Prem Harikishinimal Hannanmal Nankani – I am an over-comer. This is my happy poem.
 

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By the author of the comedy autobiography "Mum Knows Best" Veena Nankani - Life Coach, Nutritionist, Motivational Speaker, Writer, Poet, Professional Reviewer and Entrepreneur. www.veenanankani.com
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