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F U BB



You thought you were the boss, strutting around,
But your flaccid game was the weakest in town.
Called me psycho, called me lame,
But boy, you're the one still playing the same old game.


F you, BB,
You ain’t worth a dime, let me school ya.
You wanted a mom, you wanted to tame,
But you couldn’t keep up—boy, you were done!


I had a fever, burning at 102,
And you cried over dust—like, really dude?
One guy touches your junk in sleep,
I’ve dealt with piercing stares since I was three feet deep.


F you, BB,
Your tears ain’t my damn criteria.
You tried to flex, but you were a bore,
While I was the party, you were just a chore.


While you were laughing, chilling in Kasol,
I was trapped in nightmares, losing my soul.
Dreams of being tied, my mouth shut tight,
Raped over and over, no voice to fight.
You laughed, you laughed, thinking it’s all play,
While every night, I woke up in dismay.

Couldn’t even clap back with savage replies,
Used my words just to prop up your lies.
I was sick for weeks, bedridden and low,
And you said, “I’m a kid, I can’t go.”


Thought I wanted you out of love and respect?
Nah, boy—it was a survival reflex.
Better to deal with your whining, sad tricks,
Than a swarm of low-level d*cks.


You pressured me to touch, to share,
While I cared not to hurt, not to impair.
I didn’t want to cross lines, or make a mistake,
But you couldn’t grasp the care it’d take.

You think this is childish, easy to scorn,
But I've dealt with pain since I was born.
Molested as a child, grabbed in a café,
At 10, I was holding onto my fears each day.
Still, I protected others, boys and girls,
Made sure everyone felt safe in my little world.
But sure, I’m the psycho, right?


You called me a failure, when life was gone,
But guess what, boy? I’m moving on.
I don’t need your pity or your shallow praise,
I’m owning my voice, stepping out of the haze.

You laughed at my grief, called me insane,
When I was just trying to numb the pain.
You dangled a lightsaber, told me to stop,
But you can’t act like a victim—you were the one on top.

You think you can teach me about spirituality?
Boy, this has been my reality.
I can’t heal, act right, or pretend I’m all fine,
When my whole life’s been surviving the grind.
Before you come at me with culture and religion,
You don’t get to preach when you can't see my vision.
Just like the Jedi Council didn’t help Anakin grieve,
You can’t expect me to heal while trying to deceive.
At least I know I’m conflicted, I’m torn,
But I’m not pretending I’m all Zen, reborn.


F you, BB,
Go play your childish trivia.
You called me crazy, but now I see,
I’m the one who’s breaking free.


Do you think I did this all for revenge?
Nope, I don’t care to avenge.
This is about owning my voice, reclaiming my name,
Not playing your twisted, petty game.

You said I’m a gold digger, wanted your stash,
Boy, you don’t even know gold’s worth in cash!
You laugh at women, thinking it makes you hot,
But guess what? Every woman’s got a heart.


F you, BB,
You ain’t worth the drama or the mania.
I’ve shed my tears, and I’ve grown strong,
Now it’s my time, to move on, to where I belong.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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