I often chuckle now,
When these boys call me crazy cow.
You said to me then, I am not assertive.
When I started speaking up,
They say I am doing them a disservice.
I love it when they hit with a NO, is a NO.
If we reverse the roles, it would be a creepy Joe.
Did you forget the times, you manipulated me in the start?
When I did not want those smokey lips on my heart?
Or when I was busy with work?
And you only wanted one thing to twerk.
I did not want to touch you,
Or wanted you in my space.
But you were blinded by your itch.
Then threw me away in the ditch.
What about your melodramatic lie,
That you can't stand to see me cry.
Where was this concern and fake scheme,
As I lay in my bed yelling with screams.
Funny how they justify their abuse.
Saying my poems are a bit obtuse.
I am ok with being called crazy now.
I am no longer an instrument that you can plough.
~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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