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Ramsha MansoOr Mar 2019
I am a scared little girl
Hiding in a grown-up body
Afraid of going out alone
Terrified of living by myself
There are monsters outside
Lurking among people
To deceive us
They have taken our shape
They told and ordered me
To not leave this house
Without my brother or father besides me
Because monsters only attack on girls
Girls who disobeys and go outside by themselves
Will face the consequences
But I’m the obedient one
So I never disobeyed
But they never told me about the other monsters
The monsters living in family
Those who can freely roam in our house
Those who are supposed to take care of me
Instead gagged me and touched me
And told me not to cry
Because it’s a game  
Only few people are allowed to play
And since I’m his favorite
He is letting me in
It will be our little secret
Monster in disguise of my uncle told me
And shut the door
It’s scary even with the lights on
He smiled creepily
I do not want to play with you, I said
He pushed me towards bed
You are scaring me, I said
He held me close to himself
Let me go, I tried to scream
My screams are muffled
My hands are tied
He is pushing himself on me
My efforts are effortless
I’m bleeding, and it is hurting
Soon you will love this
He grunts and took his time
Then he lifted himself up and said
Nobody should know about this game
Because he is teaching me
Something my father or brother will not
A game of survival
Survival among monsters
And until I learned
He will be my teacher
And if I disobeyed
Then he will punish me the way teachers do
And my punishment will be
He will let other monsters take me away
Graham Oct 2016
Against it all
A ceremony of hatred
Violation of human rights
Not an ounce of that good feeling
"Black Lives Matter"
A fight for a just cause
They say we free on paper, but you'd better watch ur back...
A quote on freedom
"A man is born free but everywhere he goes he's in chains"
A ceremony of hatred isn't it?
Parent 'scared' to walk the kids
Kids 'scared' to walk the streets
Streets 'scared' to walk the people
To feel safe for once
To feel safe from gun violence
On several occasions..
The world was grey
Our folks going to the other side too soon
Our brothers & sisters in tears
The air suffocates
Running towards chains
Racism ain't no joke
It pokes really hard
It puts a barricade on our children's future
Just to get beyond "colour"
Let's put a stop to it
To be 'Even' not 'Odd'
Enough is Enough
We running outta tears
We need to be tough to supress violence
To get that ounce of a good feeling
To be "Against it all"
To feel love for one another
In our mind, hearts, and on the streets..
A fight for a just cause...
We gotta love one another for a greater purpose... That's just the way its suppose to be... To be brothers and sisters
Sourodeep Jul 2015
There are five types of people
you can find in a market.
Some are there to buy, simple
some never find anything correct
some want to just hop around
from this shop to that shop
some are there just to meet friends
nothing to do what all fashion trends
hanging out, chilling at a wrong place
like on this planet, the whole of human race

I am here, just to admire, the beauty
expressed by these clothes, flesh and diversity
someone's curves, something's color
smile of a sweet girl, captivating like no other
the fit of her fancy dress, the way she walks
her bare legs moving to this catchy tune
like on a sunlit dessert, golden rays
silhouetted on the sand dune.
They say not to look at girls in that way
why do they dress and make up
if no one is there to appreciate it, I say
please do not mistake me for a ***** pervert nuisance
as I am here just to be happy, in utter silence
for its a market, and not a field of violence.
To all those really beautiful girls I have seen, in admiration and not as a pervert.

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