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Amazon Worker



Hey there Amazon Worker,
Do you think you pulled one over?


Mocked my vulnerable side, only to protect your fake pride.
I can’t fathom why I ever asked you to pamper and protect.


Your wealth was never my concern, yet you watched my trust burn.
As I began to share how I felt, you made a snide remark, hitting below the belt.


Do you think I care if people change the way they stare?
I’m no longer trying to hide; the girl you knew has long died.


It’s amusing now that you said I remind you of your mother—
What kind of devil hurts the daughter of another?


Everyone says to forgive and forget since you were only a child.
I would if you didn’t parade your weak masculinity, born of Rothschild.


Your false grandeur can’t erase the damage done,
I’ve found my strength and my journey’s just begun.


If you thought you were good for my image,
Know this: my growth surpasses your limits.


I’m a woman whose name you can’t tear from the page,
And I will stand tall, owning my own stage.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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