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
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