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No Licks, No Bows

They don’t like me
because I don’t lick their boots,
I won’t bow, won’t cower,
or do their cute, cute hoots.

They don’t like me
because I question the plan,
I ask too many "why’s,"
and I’m no Yes-man.

They don’t like me
because I speak what I think,
"That's just how it is"—
well, I’m on the brink!

They don’t like me
because I say what I mean,
I don’t play the game
or keep my smile "serene."

They don’t like me
because I don’t laugh at their jokes,
Which are basically just
recycled corporate hoax.


They don’t like me
because I don’t "fit in" with the crew,
I’m allergic to sycophants—
and their fake "I love you”.


They don’t like me
because I’m not desperate for clout,
I’ll take the truth,
even if it makes them pout.

But you know what?
I’m fine with their scorn,
I’ll keep being me
while they’re still so forlorn.

So go ahead, whisper,
and roll your eyes,
And plot my demise,
I’ll be over here living my truth!

Picture design by Anumita Roy

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Mehzabeen Hussain
Mehzabeen Hussain is an Indian feminist poet and author, recipient of the 2023 International Excellence Award (Poets Category). She has authored five books and contributed to seven anthologies internationally, including in Malaysia, the University of Vienna, the Dominican Republic, and Bangladesh. Recognised as the Female Voice of 2023 by Grito de Mujer for her work on environmentalism and domestic violence, she also curated content on Gandhi for 17 national museums across India.

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