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Crass Or Class

 


I was too much of a goody-two-shoes,
Too naive, too caught in the storm
Of saving all but myself,
Too responsible for others,
Too lost in what I thought I should be.

For a decade, I misstepped,
Cried and lived in pain,
Shame and guilt clung to me,
Bogged down by the weight of their worlds,
A martyr for battles that were never mine.

I screamed I raged, I felt lost—
But why weep for wars
That never sought my name?
Why fight for causes
That never saw my face?

I no longer care for the ungodly news,
Nor for the rap sheets of billionaires
Who won’t save the planet?
I’m not here to carry the world
When I can’t even breathe.

I might seem heartless,
Unbothered, crass to the core,
But in that crassness,
I carved out a class of my own.
I chose to build myself up,
To rise from the ashes of who I once was.

I no longer bow
To peer pressure’s gaze
Or society’s shadowed whims.
I’ve cried, I’ve raged, I’ve fallen apart,
But now, I rise
Aligned with the best of me.

Let them judge, let them scoff—
I’ve tasted the bottom,
And from there, I soared.
No longer weighed down
By who didn’t care to lift me.

I don’t fight their battles,
But I stand tall on my own,
Unapologetic, unbroken,
For I had to be crass
To find real class.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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