We live in a constant
state of fear
What should we wear?
How should we walk?
Should we look up – or
should we stare at our feet?
No, these are not our
decisions
It is what you ask us
to do
We do everything that
it takes
To have a normal
peaceful life
And yet, your lewd
comments
The remarks that bring
tears to our eyes
The constant brushing
of your body, in public spaces
Your lecherous eyes,
staring down at us
And yet we are made to
feel ashamed
We are asked to change
ourselves
Like it is your
birthright
For it is not ours.
We prosper and we
progress
We are stronger and we
work harder
We know power, we
understand being in power
But no sir, we do not
HARM
Because of your rules,
your birthright
Because of whom you
want us to be
How you want us to
dress, talk and behave
Today, we are relieved
when
We see a gun in your
hand approaching us
Than the worst
nightmare you have in store for us.
