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A Strong Woman's Voice

 


Do you think a strong woman stands only for herself?
While society tears down others, comparing them endlessly?
You talk about love and respect for the women in your life,
But shame the rest, disregarding their struggles and strife.

You praise the woman who fits into your narrow idea of right,
But insult those who don’t conform to your limited sight.
Is being emotional a weakness, or does it make us flawed?
Does a man become fragile if he shows his heart is raw?

You feel proud when you kick someone who’s already down,
Calling us names while wearing a self-righteous crown.
Isn’t it ironic, the way you preach virtues you rarely display?
Expecting respect when you belittle others day after day.

You try to measure our worth by our roles and our size,
Dismissing our struggles as if they’re all lies.
You throw your wealth around as if it can buy us,
But love, respect, and time don’t come from what’s material or plus.

You judge us for our emotions, call us unhinged or mad,
But who’s truly broken when kindness is seen as something bad?
You only speak up when it serves your own gain,
Ignoring the pain others carry, time and again.

You crave status and glory, a banner to wave,
But forget that others fight for their dignity, brave.
You don’t want to be talked down to, treated as less,
Yet you talk down to others without pause or stress.

Strength isn’t about dominance or controlling the game,
It’s the grace to rise above without causing shame.
It’s knowing when to speak, to fight, or step back,
It’s the courage to be whole in a world that attacks.

A strong woman doesn’t conform to your narrow ideals,
She knows her own worth, she knows how she feels.
She stands for herself and the battles she’s won,
She finds power in loving, even when it’s undone.

So go ahead, keep your judgments and noise,
We are strong women, unshaken in poise.
While you tear others down to build up your throne,
We’ll stand tall, knowing our strength is our own.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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