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Raped

Raped

"Her skirt was too short"
"Her Make-up was too bold"
"Her manners were inviting"
"She didn't have a pepper spray to hold"

No matter how it happens
Or why this keeps on going,
It is always the victim's fault as
Her 'skin was showing.'

Walking alone at night,
She doesn't feel safe and secure.
Even if something happens, it's
never the rapist's fault anymore.

Talking about how she looked
or what she was wearing,
This is a society which
We live in while always fearing.

Fearing whether someone
Would whistle and catcall,
Fearing what would happen
When the night falls.

Fearing for her life
When she tells him 'no'
Fearing the consequences
That would come to show.

Throughout her life and life,
All she feels is fear.
But nobody asks her how she feels,
No, they don't even care.

'This is a man's world'
That's what they say,
'We can't even change it,
There's just no way'.

Just ignore and ignore
That's their advice.
Ignore their rape jokes,
Ignore their vicious eyes.

Ignore that gut wrenching feeling
That you feel and get,
It's probably nothing,
It's probably a harmless threat.

But has this even ever helped?
Has this made it any good?
Ignorance and shushing is not the answer,
They didn't even understood.

Tell me how many times have
We ever hear this news?
Of a girl hiding in her room to save herself
From the society's accusing views.

"Who will marry her?"
"How will she settle down?"
These are the questions that she gets,
From thousands of towns and towns.

She is suffocating, she is crying,
She is slowly dying inside.
But all they care and care is about
How to save their own pride.

Yes, we march with
Candles in our hands.
We shout our slogans,
And put forward our demands.

And does this work?
Does this matter?
Yes, for a couple of days
Then the voices again shatter.

This is a never-ending cycle,
Why don't we see?
A cycle in which,
Even my words fail me.

So just try, try to make
This a better place.
Otherwise, justice would be just
Something we will forever chase.

Teach you sons,
Teach your brothers.
Teach them to respect
The sisters, friends and mothers.

If we make no effort
This world would be the same
A world where little girls
Are deathly afraid.

-dyysfunctional_bitxh

A/N - Hey guys! A quick disclaimer before people attack me- Uh.. So I made this poem about a girl or a woman but that doesn't mean that it doesn't happen to other genders. I didn't mean to offend ANYONE and I mean absolutely no one. I have written it from the POV of a girl and what happens in a society this toxic. I wrote it on the basis of what I, as a girl, face and feel on a day to day basis. So yeah... Hope some people like it.