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How Dare You

 


How dare you say you liked me,
When I was silent, lost in shadows,
Blind to my own boundaries,
Were you a good guy or just a tyrant?

“Do you pray, or is it for show?”
You questioned my spirit while you took,
Encouraging assertiveness, yet—
Crossing my lines without a second glance.

When I mirrored your behaviour,
Suddenly, I was the crazy one,
Labelled a psycho, cast aside,
But it’s you who controlled with a heavy hand.

Commenting on how I dress and eat,
Pretending that makes you a MAN,
Did you choke on your own words,
While belittling me with your laughter?

Ohh, so you want to talk boundaries?
A guy who said, “Give this shirt to me,
It’s better suited for my brother and too big for you.”
My shirt—if I want to give it, I’ll give,
You’re no one to claim what is mine
And act like you’re the good, generous guy.

You want respect for your family and friends,
Yet you ridiculed mine,
Called my experiences fake and yours real.
So listen, YOU MAN,
If you come at me or the people I love ever again,
Be sure there would be more than just blood on my hands.

Comparing our intimacy like it’s a game,
As if that’s what makes a man,
Unlearn your ridiculous superiority,
Before you call me a nutjob, a fool.

Did you read history, or just memorize,
To stand on a pedestal of false pride?
Your beliefs are as shallow as your gaze,
Seeing women as mere objects of desire.

Did you even notice your own ego,
When you said, “I earn, why should I care?”
It’s not about your pity or your disdain,
My worth is not a price tag to bear.

You can’t put value on what you don’t understand,
It’s not about your wealth or your charm,
But the strength in my voice, the fire in my soul,
You’re nothing without respect for us all.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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