When a man wears shorts, it’s just what he wears,
But when a woman does, the whole world stares.
Not the fabric, not the skin in sight,
But what’s between our legs decides our rights.
An organ that births, or an organ that rapes,
A life to cherish, or a life it takes.
I used to wonder—why no curfew for him?
Why his nights stretched free, while mine stayed grim?
Then I grew up, and the truth rang clear,
The world for me was ruled by fear.
Touched by a senior, trapped on a bus,
Last fucking queue—who speaks for us?
They say we hate men—do we really?
Stay at home, be soft, be pretty.
Cook, clean, obey, be nice,
Speak too loud? You’ll pay the price.
Your body’s ours, your choices, too,
Your no’s a joke, your pain? Who knew?
Your skirt’s too short, your lips too red,
Your words too sharp—watch where you tread.
Did we hate men, or did they hate us first?
Taught us our place, left us cursed.
"But not all men"—I hear them say,
Yet not all men needed to make her decay.
RGKAR—she wore a white coat, she came to heal,
Dragged, groped, bruised, her dignity peeled.
The hospital halls echoed her screams,
But power and lust tore through her dreams.
Nirbhaya—she took a bus to get back home,
They ripped out her insides, left her to roam.
An iron rod, her intestines spilled,
They laughed, they raped, they crushed, they killed.
So tell me now, whom do we trust,
When hands meant to hold just turn to dust?
When saving lives can still bring death,
When a girl on a bus takes her last breath?
Mental scars were hard enough,
But then came fists that made it tough.
First they broke our minds, now they break our bones,
They raped her, beat her, left her alone.
Blood on the pavement, cries in the air,
Doctors assaulted, and no one cared.
She fought for her life, they dragged her through hell,
And the world moves on—"Oh well."
So tell me again, do we really hate men?
Or did they hate us first, back when?
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A/N: 5 March 2025
"You wouldn't have been killed if you just let us have our way"
"What an odd thing to say."
