Thank You For Breaking Me

 

Thank you for the humiliation,
For the degradation that shaped me anew.
What you did in secret shadows,
Forged a woman you'll never subdue.

The ones who touched without asking,
Made me loathe who I am,
But now, I embrace each part of me,
No longer trapped by your demand.

I won’t let your so-called friends,
Pressure me into drinking or smoking.
Go, give it to your mom, and watch her try—
I’m not playing along with your joke.

You won’t make me feel uncool,
I won’t fake smiles or burn in shame.
You poured me a glass but not your wife?
No—fuck off with your double-standard game.

Thanks for breaking me down so far,
That I wished to disappear in the crowd.
Now I stand tall, even if only to your chest,
You won’t use me as an armrest now.

I’m a tiny goddess, rare and fierce,
No longer afraid of your piercing stares.
Your attempts to abuse and belittle me?
I’ve shed that hatred because I care—
For myself, for the woman I’ve become,
Knowing my worth, my heart, I am RARE.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse