"I've been groped , Sometimes been grabbed . Inappropriately been touched , Under the skirts been snapped. Bullied for my skin, On the streets they used to , Shout and call me fat , Childhood was scarred, Even felt uncomfortable on my uncle's lap. My fault was being a woman, Now my soul is trapped . Reconciled with my emotions, Thought to spend atleast adulthood without caution, Thought to explore myself more , And follow my passion . But all that got in vain , I've been tortured and been tamed, Those photoshopped pictures went viral and made me ashamed . My own boyfriend was the culprit, Yet society made me framed . It feels like a nail in my heart , Sometimes its bad than menstural pain, Often spent my nights sobbing , Went down the memory lane . Now when I walk on the streets , I feel like a raw meat , Scared of two legged wolves , Who are ready to enter my flesh , And consider me like a treat . I've been slapped And been raped , In my own bedroom , I've been taped. Hoping one day I get justice, My emotions won't get dragged, Hoping one day I'll be a woman, Whose soul ,no more feels trapped . ©Rahul Tiwari"