Her Story

Piercing the veil to the place where she hides & cries

At least once in her life, a woman dies.

Some stay quiet, some speak out

Some are encouraged to keep silent, on others they cast doubt.

She is asked to be strong; to be better equipped

Sons get impunity, hence they remain pieces of shit

Garbage that breeds garbage, wastage of oxygen on earth

A shocker that mothers still prefer to give sons birth.

Eve teasing begets flashing, flashing begets rape

He continues living freely, her body lies covered behind yellow tape

Justice takes its time, and that itself is a crime

Her story deserves more; more than these mere rhymes

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s