Hey Mr. Big Shot, Here’s Your Receipt

So you paid 13K for an escort after your dad died?
And I tried to care about you, what a wild ride.
Did Daddy whisper in your ear from beyond the grave,
"Go on, son, warm your bed, and be brave"?

You think you can shame me, drag my name through mud?
Honey, I’ve walked through fire, I’ve bathed in blood.
Done being the girl who cries over men like you,
Who molested me since I was small, it’s true.

Asked people like you to protect me from the start,
But you’re just devils in disguise, tearing me apart.
You come for me? I'll come for your crew,
Your mothers, your sisters—bet they don’t know the real you.

No more trying to understand your sick games,
Keep running back to the escorts you pay, I’m done being played.
You think you’re a king?
I’m done with people who only know how to bring me down.

I’m here to spit facts, and you’re here to choke,
‘Cause I’m burning the bridges, and you’re going up in smoke.
So take your 13K story and watch it decay,
I’m done with all the fuckery, and there’s nothing left to say.

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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 Kau...

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Not So Bhavya

Oh, drop the good guy act, You pretended to care, that's a fact. Someone who was hiding their own shame, Called me psycho and crazy, how lame. You tried to charm me with your coffer, Brushed off my pain, saying, “Stop it, or else I won’t buy a lightsaber.” You took all you could and then asked what I have to offer? Funny how you wanted to burn it all down when you lost your maker, But when I cried and screamed, called me a big faker. You claimed to know love, but never took the time, To understand my heart, my rhythm, my rhyme. You wrapped me in darkness while claiming the light, But all you offered was a hollow delight. Now your shadows fade, and I choose to ignite, I’ll weave my own stories, reclaiming my flight.

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