I was walking through a lonely road,
Afraid to move, walking tip-toed.
Behind me, were the ‘Macho Men’,
Thinking I’m the one that compelled them.
Staring at my knee-length dress,
I started walking faster in distress.
They were whistling and teasing me,
But obviously, because of the dress, the blame was on me.
They touched my shoulder, I shivered in disgrace,
With their broad, manly shoulders, they threw me near the stairs.
Tears rolled down my eyes when I realized that I was alone,
Now, I was their property, wherever to be thrown.
I was pleading for leaving me untouched,
Who should touch me first, they discussed.
I didn’t understand. It was my body. Then why not my opinion?
It felt like I was in a prison.
The first ‘man’ came and grabbed my hands,
While the other one was on my pants.
That day, I came home at 2,
Shoulders bleeding, face red,
My roommates had no clue.
Staring in the sky the whole night,
Wondering why my soul just turned white.
I told my parents this the next day,
“Shhhh. You’re a girl.”, they said.
Wow, I’m a girl, I didn’t know;
I will never understand why it is more shameful to be raped than to be a rapist.
I can’t trust this world to teach their sons how they’ll treat my daughter,
So, I will raise her to be a sword. A spear. A shield.