Monsters In Disguise

Some of you, for pleasure you pay,
Money to daughters of others, just to play.
While I stood tired, worn down by creeps,
Yearning for kindness, for love that keeps.

Now you act as if I crossed a line,
Dragging your kin into this fight of mine.
But where was the care when I cried for grace?
I’m someone’s daughter, deserving a place.

Battling monsters since I was a child,
You wear your charm, but your heart is wild.
You talk of love, yet thirst for flesh,
A hollow pursuit, a heart’s cold mesh.

What did I even ask for?
For you to pamper and protect,
To treat me like a girl, to respect,
When did I ask for your money or your thought
To build me up, or a good image you sought?

Yet you called me a gold digger, made remarks about my figure,
And when I unveiled my strength, you recoiled in fright.
How can I focus on living while guys like you
Strip another for living, like vultures in view?
Go ahead, laugh, call me crazy,
In this world where my body’s just a phase,
To think I ever felt sorry for you,
For a single indecent touch, a twisted view.

Countless stares, not just a mere graze,
Yet you prattle on of womanly praise.
I’ve faced the shadows, the lies, the fright,
But I rise like the dawn, reclaiming my light.

And my flame won't die with me, you see,
I will raise my voice so countless others can be free.
For every whisper of pain, I’ll turn into a roar,
Igniting the strength to break down the door.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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