I will bleed in poems,
Because my hands are tied,
Society says I cannot raise them,
Not against the men who hide
Behind their masks of change, of light,
The flag bearers of a false bright.
These men, who won't hesitate
To shame me when I lay bare,
When I love, when I admire,
They'll mock my soft, tender care.
But they'll never confess their lustful gaze,
Chasing after dozens in a daze.
They claim they don’t want to harm,
But slowly, they snuff out my flame,
Feeding their egos with words like knives,
It's as if I’m just a piece in their twisted game.
Yes, I lash out, shallow remarks,
But not with the venom they leave as marks.
I feel the weight of your words,
The sting behind each blow,
A victory, not for justice or love,
But to keep your fragile ego aglow.
~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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