They asked me to stop spiralling,
As I tried explaining them
Repeatedly,
How Uncle John hurt me,
Whenever he paid a visit.
Cajoling me,
He slid his hand
And tightened the grip,
Stalled for several hours,
By narrating Vikram Betal stories
And then offered me, my favourite toffee.
Chewing it, i tried forgetting the pain.
I would be
Victim-shamed throughout my life,
Due to our historically intense patriarchy.
Everyone would drag my name through the mud,
So they shut me.
Stepping up against him,
Would jeopardize my life
They thought.
According to their theories,
I was just another irrational feminist.
So they left me,
To live with it.
Haunting me every minute, every second.
It became my worst nightmare
And like a leech, it fed on me.
As they turned oblivious to objectivity,
Trapped in their pseudo-realistic minds.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
They asked me to stop spiralling,
As I tried explaining them
Repeatedly,
How Uncle John hurt me,
Whenever he paid a visit.
Cajoling me,
He slid his hand
And tightened the grip,
Stalled for several hours,
By narrating Vikram Betal stories
And then offered me, my favourite toffee.
Chewing it, i tried forgetting the pain.
I would be
Victim-shamed throughout my life,
Due to our historically intense patriarchy.
Everyone would drag my name through the mud,
So they shut me.
Stepping up against him,
Would jeopardize my life
They thought.
According to their theories,
I was just another irrational feminist.
So they left me,
To live with it.
Haunting me every minute, every second.
It became my worst nightmare
And like a leech, it fed on me.
As they turned oblivious to objectivity,
Trapped in their pseudo-realistic minds.