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GAME

This poem reflects my journey of breaking free from suppressed emotions and societal expectations. It’s a glimpse into the struggles I’ve faced—fighting to be heard, understood, and respected while navigating a world that often judged me, or perhaps a world I judged myself too harshly in. Through this piece, I reclaim my voice and my truth, shedding the weight of past hurts and embracing a lighter, freer self.



I never knew the rules of the game,
You believed I was playing.
What was the point of praying,
When you kept laughing at everything I was saying?

You thought it was simply abhorrent prattle,
When in reality, I was fighting a different battle.
It was easy for you to name all your emotions,
While I suppressed mine to avoid causing any more commotion.

While you were perhaps reaping the benefits of your preparation,
I was furious about the trending "grab 'em by the pussy" declaration.
Did you not joke, saying you hit below the belt?
Oh, I’ve been grabbed when I was just 14, or maybe 15, felt.

Now you dared to ask what if roles were reversed?
How did it feel to be at the receiving end of that curse?
And you thought I did it just because it was a trend?
Do you still believe you hurt my ego, "my friend"?

Or did you make my voice loud and clear,
Oh, dear amigo, do you still hold your sneer?
You go ahead and enjoy your life, sitting in the boardroom chair,
Because I finally feel lighter than air.

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