I don’t feel like walking into that bar again
Cause the last time it left me in vain,
I tried hard to remove that stain
But its deep in my brain.

I had just walked into the bar and called for some shots
And the people next to me started judging my dressing
and my choice for dots.

I overheard a few saying look how she’s drinking and how girls these days have no shame,
But I just thought it was lame.
We’ve been brought up in households where men are not to be blamed
Even though its their game.

As I was sitting two men came and squeezed into the space near me,
I felt uncomfortable and asked them to make space,
But instead they started to play with my top lace.

I screamed loudly but the music was too loud
I looked up with pitiful eyes at those men who looked like a cloud
But they weren’t looking at my face
They were interested in my lace.

They squeezed me between them and took me in the corner
It was supposed to be much more quite here but it couldn’t just cause they had a *****!
I had taken enough, I wasn’t gonna take anymore
As my 5 year old daughter started to make calls
So I kicked them in the *****.

I continued until I wasn’t satisfied cause isn’t that called a fabulous night?
Somehow that day I saved my self but I was surely molested in broad light
People nearby wouldn’t even help
But I didn’t bother as they will know how it felt
When it will be someone from their belt!!