A girl,
She is someone's daughter, sister, mother or wife
She is worshipped as goddess
But she is not respected the way she should be
She is always brutalized by men
People say that she was wearing short dress
Or she was in a party till late night
Or she was speaking openly with boys
Hello there I wanna say something to you
Yes you listen to me
If you think this be the reasons for a girl getting *****
Man seriously you need to clean up your head.

You march down the road with candles in your hand
You put statuses in social medias
Hashtag trends for a few days
And after a few days everything is normal
The victim either dies or suffers the whole life
And the criminal is always left aside

You know the problem with our generation is that
We think posting on social media will do everything
Marching down the road with a candle in hand
Man it's not gonna help
March down the road with the criminal
Punish him lawfully so that
No one dares to do such thing ever again.
Raise your voices against ****

We say men and women are equal
But both are being *****
They need to be protected
So tell people to respect
Be it a male or female.

Not every case comes out in media or news
We people need to change our views.

The rapists need to be hanged
So that no other daughter, sister, mother or wife gets *****.

"Every survivor of ****** assault deserves to be heard, believed, and supported."

Rainwater of
the Elysian fields,
you assuredly do
like to drown your winged heroines?
You write them as strange
bitter narratives,
spurious to the calling
or as a bit of
bloodletting go.

The history formed around either
her breaking at the seams
upon the witching hour,
and her own home village
pillaging her claims
in the bonfire;
Or the arcane notion
no woman shall give testimony
against a neighbor
on the occasion he's a man.

Yes, she cried 'no' at the temple gate
Yes, she repeated such entreaties
But she'd also been into the ale
and wore an overtly
fetching carousal dress
you incensed.
Let her dam break
Let her try and flood us over
you mocked.
She was only a wayfaring angel
one reckless bird of passage
What type of wounds
could she inflict?

How easily you lost sight
of her will & halo
becoming stronger than fright.
Down she poured in antipathy,
until covering your gaping mouth!
It wasn't rain that killed you,
for you were the rain,
it was her blood calling out
that finally did you in...

Sometimes life gives you lemons.
Sometimes life gives you your one and only
Partnered ****** with your
******.
And sometimes,
Sometimes,
I don't know what to do with that,
Especially when I want so badly
To show my new lover
What she does to me.

I have a memory that kills me
Like shards of glass sliding through my atrium,
Undetectable until it has ripped an
Irreparable hole in my heart.
His arm is tightened around my neck,
Pressure behind,
Pulling me to him,
My fear thicker than the air I could not breathe.
And then it was over,
Over like the red and sweat of my face
As the oxygen rushed back in.
Therapist says it was not an accident.
In 30 seconds he had tested me.
I was controllable.
Pass or fail
Depends on who you ask.

I was only 10 the day you took my innocence,
Unknowing of your evil intent
I trusted your sneaky smile
your deceitful words
I remember the feeling of your hands around my neck,
The way you held me down
Against my will
I tried to stop you
I was too weak
just a kid
And I cried out to you to stop,
But you didn’t.

Could mean brushing my hair
Or you combing my emotions for entry points.
Either way,
Untangling the knots
HURTS.