Are my shoulders too promiscuous for you, sir?
Can you not control yourself?
Are you the reason I fear my walks home?
The answer is yes

The answer is no
Why can you not comprehend that?
It wasn't my skirt or my alcohol's fault
It was you

You and your obscene shouts that you call compliments
I have to disagree
Please don't follow me home
I didn't ask for this

Nor did my Mother ask for you to brush your hand up her skirt
Why are you not listening to me?
We are not silent beings there for your pleasure and satisfaction
We are not your objects

Do not degrade us to the fabric we wear on our skin
Do not touch us without our consent
We are not here to play your sick games
We do not exist for you

I don't exist for you
Neither do my sisters across the world
Do not underestimate us
For we can spark rebellions