Unshamed and Untied

He trusts a lie, they say, “He’s bold,
A man’s mistake is brushed off, cold.”
But when she trusts, it’s a heavier toll,
She’s blamed for giving away her soul.

If he seeks pleasure, it’s “natural,” “right,”
A man’s desire is pure and bright.
But when she craves, explores her own,
She’s shunned, her womanhood dethroned.

Why must her hunger be a source of shame?
Why must her body bear the blame?
They say her strength is in restraint,
As if her fire’s meant to faint.

But why can’t strength and softness blend?
Why can’t her power have no end?
Why is she told to fear her voice,
Is her body not her own by choice?

Why teach her that she’s fragile, weak,
When her heart’s strong, her mind unique?
Why make her hide behind closed doors,
Afraid to explore what’s truly hers?

Let her rise without fear
Of shame, of doubt, of a whispered sneer.
Let her body be her pride,
Her femininity is not denied.

No more the chains of modesty
That cage her strength, her autonomy.
Her heart is wild, her spirit free—
A woman unshamed, a woman to be.

Teach her not to fear her name,
Her wants, her body, or the flame
That burns within, that makes her whole—
Let her control her heart, her soul.

No longer shamed for trusting men,
No longer caged, condemned again.
Her strength and softness intertwine,

A woman’s power—both fierce and kind.

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

Comments

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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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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