As I sit with a pen and paper in my hand
I think of no one but the person in me
I am no statue of clay and sand
But a human with flesh and bones, as you see.
As I step every morning outside the door
With happiness and confidence all rearing to go
I don’t wonder while I am waiting for the bus
If sum one is staring at me from head to toe
But being carefree is not what I should be doing
Because of the horrifying news the paper is blowing
And every time I read of rape or harassment
My brain gets a jolt and I think till I bend
We the weaker sex, in this patriarchal society
Will we always be treated like dirt on a shoe?
However high posts I hold in this world
In corporate, in politics, in professions well-known
At the end of the day when I hold the piece of paper again
I see myself right at the bottom of the game
Is this what I get for looking good?
Is this what you do if my skirt is shorter than it should?
Is this how I should feel when I am alone?
Am I ever going to be able to laugh and not mourn?
Is trust such a feeble word that you can break it anytime you please?
If my guardian is doing this to me
Should I stop believing in angels?
Am I always to be blamed,
Because he overpowered me?
Because I couldn’t stop him from looking at me?
Because I was friends with him
And lay my trust on him?
Will I ever be able to live peacefully
Without the haunts of the demons who are free?
Is there ONE person who’ll tell us
What wrong have we done?
We are born as girls, is that our crime?
Or are we just objects for you to have fun?
Now I trust nobody in my life
And I live a list of “do-nots”
Sometimes I even think that
I have lost faith in you O Lord.
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