Know The Difference

It's amazing how some men think they can define a woman's worth, discarding the depth of her love and pain. What happens when we stop accepting their twisted narratives?

Know the difference,
Before you boast about another—
Her younger body, her sweeter scent,
Her taste you flaunt like a trophy to me.

You, who preach about love,
Who claim to care for her.
Do you think I asked for less?
Do you think I begged for scraps?

I asked you to protect, to cherish—
And you turned my plea into a mockery.

I don’t care
If my rage makes you question my sanity
Or if my pain paints you
As the anchor to my despair.

Did you ever hear the cracks in my voice?
See the ways I folded my agony
Into quiet smiles,
The ways I hid my breaking?

And then, you dared to ask,
"What do you have to offer?"

I offered what I didn’t have—
Laughter, stolen from barren years;
Love, forged through agony’s fire;
A memory, crafted for you
Even as my soul unravelled.

And yet, you call me insane.

Why is it so easy for some to minimize our strength and sacrifice? Do we have to continue proving our worth to those who never truly see us?

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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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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