What Do I Have To Offer?

Do you ever feel like you were underestimated, or worse, dismissed, because of your strength and resilience? This poem speaks to the experience of a woman who has been silenced, hurt, and minimized by those who failed to see her true worth. But through it all, she rises. Have you ever had to stitch together your own strength, learning to love and rise on your own terms?

I did not have to wait for silver threads
To lace my hair,
Before boys echoed,
"What do you have to offer?"
"Why should I care?"

These men, they mourn and rage,
Clench fists at fate,
They curse the hands that failed to save,
When the “man of the house” grew frail,
Yet in my youth, my pulse, my fire,
They cut, they chipped, they tried to tame,
And when I bled, they turned away,
Left a heart too young to bear the shame.

But I have learned to hold my own,
To stitch the wounds they left behind,
To find the beauty in the scars
And keep my spirit kind.

What do I have to offer?
More than they’ll ever know,
The strength to love, the will to rise,
A quiet power, a steady glow.

When the world turns its back on you, or when people question your worth, how do you respond? This poem reminds us that true power comes not from external validation but from the quiet strength we cultivate within. What do you have to offer, and are you ready to show the world?

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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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