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A voice...

Today I walk, hesitating and scared. All the way I wonder will I be spared? At home stay them, those loved ones who debate within imagine me chased by guns. Today is the day all my folk are silenced, taken for granted, eternally fenced. It is me, the voice of the women who surrender, those very women, victims of the thunder. those very women whose bodies have been scarred, those very women whose lives have been marred. By what means, By what reason Am I exploited, maimed by treason? Who gives menfolk The power to rape? To molest, to remove the dignity I drape? I have every strength, I have all you do. In fact much more and rationality too. All I declare, all that I make clear Enough is Enough, Do you hear? I've given you more than you've ever deserved. Gone are the days I acted reserved. This shall not be repeated so get it right. Touch me and beware of the wrath of my might.
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Dec 16, 2013
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An Ode to Nirbhaya and all the other nameless victims of our nation.

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