This one is not about love.
This one is not about loss.
This one is not about you and me.
This one is not about us.

This one is about those men and women
who have been made to feel bad
about their bodies ...

(Continued in the caption)

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He used to love
His bald look once .

Not now , when they forcefully
Shaved his head.

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This one is not about love.
This one is not about loss.
This one is not about you and me.
This one is not about us.

This one is about those men and women
who have been made to feel bad
about their bodies
by their friends, family, partners,
by random strangers on the road,
by trolls on the Internet
and walls on the school toilets,

(Rest in caption)

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Just because she never reciprocated his love for her
He never gave her a proper role and responsibility
Also took away the one that she was holding
Yet she had to slog like a donkey
Adding salt to the wound was the humiliating insinuations in front of her colleagues
Also ensuring that none gave her support
His bullying went way beyond her level of tolerance
She realized she was merely a pawn in his hands.
Being ostracised and isolated, she had to quit working...

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The stairs I chose were broken
"You will fall " - he said ,
But i know i will rise through this way .

" It have broken corners , you will get hurt " ,
I said - " the pain it will give will be less than the people words " .

" You may bleed "
But ; "it can't break my believe" .

" You look weak and exhausted , you will fall surely " ;
I said - " My courage will supress the weak sound , and truth is that I have already fallen many a times , finally chosen this way to be a winner one day .

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If you don't want to be bullied...

Don't be a bully next time for the sake of fun,
majak me bol rahe the hum to.

Kaala hu, chota hu, mota hu, patla hu,
to
Usse kya.

Fark nhi parta
Kisi cheez me tum humse ache ho
Kisi me hum tumse
Bas.

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Cyber bullying is the biggest crime,

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On Painful Words That Scrape Through Me
(List Poem In Caption)

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The momentary triumph you achieve by demeaning someone,
you don't even realize just how much it belittles you.

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A Poem Where I Don't Hide

At first glance, I am cute, maybe, handsome,
I can be found driving a chair on four wheels.
I prefer being a mute statue, unless talked to,
You may mistake me to be another invalid.
After all, that is what most mistake me to be,
My eyes hold a crazy hope of flying with words.

When life hit my ability to keep my feet forward,
Smashed with the hammer of bullying, I stood.
I have spent much time, hidden away in novels,
I gave up on my dreams before falling for poetry.

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