Be careful what you wish for— you just wanted me dead
A price on the eyes, a bounty cash for the meek

You gave me lies, I gave deception in return
You gave fire, I burn you in return

Be careful what you act now— for actions speak louder than words.

You're like a hunter, observing my every move
I'm like the prey, waiting to be devoured
You're wrong, honey
I ain't the prey, I am the predator

You barked on the wrong tree
You keep beating around the bush now

Enough is enough, you gave me hurt
I'll give you the taste of your own medicine in return.

I hope you like what you see
When you envision yourself in a coffin
Or what if you are covered in dirt already
To be found six feet below the ground

Take your pick, play your cards right
If looks can ****, you'd be dead by now
Because in the back of my mind, I thought to myself the different techniques on how I am going to **** you
In the four corners of the room, you can barely make it out alive

What if I cut you open, bleed you dry
Peel your skin off, let me see you suffer
I don't care if I am the ******, because you are the pathetic, desperate *****
How about I stitch up your wound without an anesthesia?
What if you walk on the valley of the shadow of death with no slippers on
And every aisle you walk on feels like a burning coal, flaming hot
And at the end of the road, is an abyss waiting for you to fall
Get that **** inside your head now, reflect and meditate on what you did bad to me
You messed with the wrong person, gal

So step back now, while I am still kind
This is not a reminder, darling
This is a warning, not to cross paths with me again.

red or white of any color, the moon is still the moon
Regardless of its phase, crescent, half, full or new— it was beyond perfect, still
But beyond perfection, its beauty is breathtaking.

I heard a lot of ***** about you— the good and the bad
But did you hear a word from me?
Nah., I don't think so.

When I heard rumors about me, did you even defend me?
Did you even protect my name and my honor, my reputation?
Nah. I hardly ever doubted you would do that.

When your mother talk ***** about you
when your father took advantage of you
When your friends bullied you for your status

You gave them everything, that means risking your life as well
When they started talking gibberish about you
I confronted them, brought back the past for the good things you did
There was no such thing as bro code
you told me, "you are all they have"
but how about me in the long run?
I was always there for you, in your darkest times
I was there for you in your darkest nights
But I wonder where were you?

Defense mechanism is ******* for what you did to me
When the world turned its back around you, I was there
When no one else was there
But now, this is how you are gonna pay me?
I just returned the favor, bruh
I wished you well, not in heaven, not on Earth, not in purgatory whether it ceases to exist, but nah
I wished you in hell.

What you repaid me is shame and horror to my reputation
Oh shameless and audacity!
It was never yours to begin with
But you made me do it— you made me do it
You pushed the buttons, you pull the lever to make me feel this high to come pick you up
And fall you down to the ground
Piece by piece, little by little
From cracks to crumble, you are
Just an average egoistic, self-centered immature guy
Asking from affection and attention from his chaotic-minded mother
And alcoholic-narcissistic father, with a squammy frog-looking sidechick, daily hobby
With a ****** up family tree

I defended you, denied what you did, tolerated your ***** and said to them you are not the type to do that.
But I was wrong, I was wrong, indeed

I got kind, yet you abused me
Treated you like king, yet you only saw me as your servant
I was never yours to begin with, you only paid me for my service
Not for my dignity
I only sold my skills and time to you
Not my whole soul
When other people talk back a lot about you

I did not clap back, instead I was in the front row, front seat
Raised my hands and applaud for you
Supported you along the way
But all of it was a scam, a facade
A trap, a rabbit hole I fell into
An abyss, a pit, Tartarus, more worse than I came from
It was darkness, but I glowed, I crawled my way up to the top
Yet, you kicked me out of the light once again
There were a lot of one-sided *******, biases and fake news spreading everywhere
They believed everything even when it is fake
Truth is nothing when fake is what they believed in

They said, Revenge was never yours to begin with
Revenge was never yours to continue nor to end
An eye for an eye, brother
A tooth for a tooth
And a head for a head
You focused on the speck on my eyes, but you never realized you had a speck in your own eye too
Revenge is only for The Almighty

I love the way you torture me—
Told you before, I never moan this loud.
But with you?
I can't keep my hands to myself,
Can't shut the **** up.
You love it when I lose control,
When our bodies move—loud as applause.
You left me wanting for more—Don't make me beg, please
I know you want it too.

He calls it ***—a fleeting game,
A fire to feed, a hunger to claim.
A touch, a thrill, a moment to take—
Never mind the hearts that break.

She calls it ****—a stolen breath,
A shadow that lingers, a living death.
No warmth, no want, just tears that sting—
A cage of silence, a broken wing.

He says, “I wanted, so I took,”
Blind to the tremble, the hollow look.
She says, “I begged, I cried, I fought,”
But her pain is the part the world forgot.

Two words—worlds apart—
One with power, one with a shattered heart.
But truth does not bend to a careless name—
Forced is forced. The ache stays the same.

So call it ***—if consent is free,
If every “yes” flows willingly.
But when power steals and bodies break,
Let’s call it what it is—no mistake.

Not ***. Not love. Only pain.
A wound that words cannot explain.

There was once I thought
A mess like this
Could never be cleaned with a broom—
That the scars left behind
Were stains too deep
For any hand to undo.

But I was wrong.

Justice does not live
In marble halls alone,
Nor wear the weight of a judge’s tone.
It rises—unyielding—
In the hands that hold,
In voices that speak
When the world grows cold.

Not only in verdicts,
Not only in laws—
But in the strength of women
Who fight for a cause.

When one of us falls,
The others will stand—
Lifting her spirit
With a steady hand.

We reclaim our power
In the truths we share,
In every act of love,
In how we care.

Justice is not just won in a fight—
It blooms in the dark
When we turn on the light.

So, no broom may sweep
What’s broken away—
But together, we rise,
Stronger each day.

Medusa (noun)
Sometimes the Greek myth gorgon monster, most of the time, I am—
Misunderstood. Unheard. A story twisted by trembling tongues.

They paint me a monster because it’s easier—easier than admitting what they did. Easier than facing the truth: I was not always this.

Once, I was soft—a girl with warmth in her hands and light in her eyes. But the world does not spare the soft. They touched without asking. Took without permission. And when I refused to break, they called me wicked.

I became what they feared. Not by choice—by survival.

Now, I wear my venom like a crown. I speak, and they call it defiance. I exist, and they call it danger.

But still, they watch. Still, they want. Still, they tremble beneath the weight of me.

I am the gaze that stops you mid-step. A warning wrapped in beauty. Venom in velvet.

I do not chase—I turn. I do not beg—I reign. I do not soften—I sharpen.

Once, my eyes turned from sweet to fierce, like an eagle. Once, my voice shifted from jolly to a roar, like a lion. Once, my personality changed from bubbly to gorgon—run for your life, boy, my snake hair will do the rest.

They whisper my name like a curse, but still, they look. Still, they want. Still, they fear.

I am the one they cannot hold, the storm they cannot quiet, the ruin they bring upon themselves.

I was not born to be kind. I was not made to be gentle. I am the consequence—the reckoning.

Stone-hearted? Perhaps. But only because too many tried to touch me with unworthy hands.

Misunderstood? Perhaps. Unheard? Not anymore.

I do not need to be saved. I do not need to be softened. I am the ending they never saw coming—and the beginning they cannot escape.

I am not your muse. I am your myth. Not the victim, but the legend. And when you dare meet my eyes—remember, I never blink first.