Mosadi o tshwara thipa ka fa bogaleng
But what happens when you're the one holding the other end of the knife
Threatening to take my life
Lessening my chances of living beyond 20 years
I am from Botswana, the country where **** has become our culture
In my country 33 women are ***** a week
Over a population we all wish could increase
I thought monsters only existed in fairy tales we see on television
And not 5 houses away from mine
I am not comfortable in my own home
I am not comfortable in my own home
I am not comfortable in my own home
Like any other female 17 year old
And this generation thinks its okay
This generation repeatedly thinks that this is the new normal
**** has become so common
Did you know that **** humiliates a woman
A society
A nation
And even the world
**** is a dish served cold
Aren't you tired of being told the same story over and over?
Doesn't this song get old?
My heart beats for those hearts that have stopped beating
It bleeds for those that have lost their blood to the hands of a man
You say stay home, stay safe
But i am a predator of a man who is here to deprive me of my pride
You can hear my cry
Yet you still decide to turn a blind eye
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
Mosadi o tshwara thipa ka fa bogaleng
But what happens when you're the one holding the other end of the knife
Threatening to take my life
Lessening my chances of living beyond 20 years
I am from Botswana, the country where **** has become our culture
In my country 33 women are ***** a week
Over a population we all wish could increase
I thought monsters only existed in fairy tales we see on television
And not 5 houses away from mine
I am not comfortable in my own home
I am not comfortable in my own home
I am not comfortable in my own home
Like any other female 17 year old
And this generation thinks its okay
This generation repeatedly thinks that this is the new normal
**** has become so common
Did you know that **** humiliates a woman
A society
A nation
And even the world
**** is a dish served cold
Aren't you tired of being told the same story over and over?
Doesn't this song get old?
My heart beats for those hearts that have stopped beating
It bleeds for those that have lost their blood to the hands of a man
You say stay home, stay safe
But i am a predator of a man who is here to deprive me of my pride
You can hear my cry
Yet you still decide to turn a blind eye
#stopGBV #StopRape #RapeIsADishServedCold
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