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Actions speak louder than words,
But my words will bring your actions out in the open.

Kept calling me crazy,
Maybe your memory is hazy.

No, I won’t back down.
Go ahead and frown.
Try parading her,
Because you only enjoy crumpling every fleur.
Then act like a good guy,
Laugh out loud thinking you hurt a woman’s ego—a big sigh.

Everything that suits you goes by your choice,
Yet you treat girls like one of your toys.

Boys like you who think they’re doing a favour,
When they talk to a woman with respect.
Believing that since Maa Lakshmi graces your pockets,
You can go around poking your rockets.
But your souls are blind and have marbles in those sockets.

Did I show my true colours?
Go ahead then, build up your case.
Sure, I am the one who is such a disgrace.

Actions speak louder than words,
But my words will bring your actions out in the open.

Equating a woman’s worth with words like “tight,”
And you think I am always ready to fight and have lost my sight.
But you’re a big meat of coward who can never stand up for what’s right.

Won’t take any responsibility,
But quick to shout to show empathy,
Hiding behind words of virtue,
While your actions speak of cruelty,
Pretending to care, to understand,
Yet your silence leaves wounds unplanned.

Actions speak louder than words,
But my words will bring your actions out in the open.

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