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Nah.

Not this time.

I bit my tongue till it bled

Called it peace, called it growth

I took hits I didn’t deserve

Just to prove I could cope

I stayed quiet in rooms

That got loud disrespecting me

I kept explaining my worth

Like it wasn’t already clear

I bent.

I waited.

I tried to be “better than.”

But all it did was teach you

I’d take it again.

I ain’t taking it anymore

Not the tone, not the games

Not the half-truths, not the blame

I ain’t shrinking anymore

I don’t owe you my calm

I don’t owe you my grace

You don’t get to keep crossing lines

And call it my place

I carried everybody’s weight

Like it was my job to fix

I let disrespect slide

And called it “understanding shit”

You got comfortable seeing me bend

You thought silence meant yes

You thought patience meant permission

You were wrong — learn the difference

I don’t explain myself twice

I don’t beg to be treated right

You don’t get unlimited chances

Just because I was nice

I ain’t taking it anymore

Not the lies dressed as truth

Not the attitude, not the abuse

I ain’t staying anymore

I don’t soften my voice

So you can feel tall

I’m done being the strong one

For people who give nothing at all

This isn’t rage — it’s a line

And you crossed it one too many times

I don’t need closure

I need distance

I don’t need to heal you

I need you out of my life

I don’t owe you access

To my energy, my body, my time

I ain’t taking it anymore

Say it loud, say it clear

I’m done tolerating fear

I ain’t breaking anymore

I don’t fold, I don’t freeze

I don’t beg for relief

If it costs me my dignity

Then the answer is no — permanently

I gave enough.

I stayed too long.

This isn’t me snapping —

This is me being done.