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Peacock

 


You may think you broke me
with all the cruel words you spoke,
but I have always been a Peacock.
I leave those love-colored iridescent tokens
everywhere I go.
Everyone treasures them and makes them forever keepsakes,
even if some of you would love to see me burn on stakes.

And you may think you made me cry...
but I am a Peacock—I thrive in those downpours...
You went around lecturing me to focus on simple chores...
while you were trying to grind for those plastic crores...
But even the Goddess Lakshmi is often symbolized by a Peacock by her side...
and even my name means Gold,
and you dared to call me a gold digger...
So, while you work in stealth,
I am the source of never-ending wealth...
Because I am a Peacock...

A few have explicitly told me
that would like to taste my muffins and cakes...
But I am like those rare porcelain sets—
not for folks like you
with your ridiculous schemes and tests.

And I am sure your binary brain would go
"but Peacock is manly..."
True...
because I can hold a room
with more authority than you...

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