• prachi 33w

    Ask me again what I was wearing...
    And I'll tell you it was a beautiful dress,
    A dress that was too short for some men,
    A dress that made me promiscuous,
    And so they raped me again and again...

    Ask me again what I was wearing...
    And I'll tell you it was my wedding day,
    A red sari and a black beaded gold chain,
    Allowed a stranger to snatch my dignity,
    And so my husband raped me again and again...

    Ask me again what I was wearing...
    And I'll tell you it was my first day at school,
    A uniform crisp and pressed without stain,
    But it caught your eyes didn't it peon uncle?
    And so you raped me again and again...

    Ask me again what I was wearing...
    And I'll tell you it was a plain cotton sari,
    A frail old woman like me can't really complain,
    But what was my fault son,
    That you raped your own mother again and again...

    Ask me again what I was wearing...
    And I'll tell you I was wearing my innocence,
    But your ego, violence, hatred and disdain,
    Stripped me of my dignity, my existence,
    And so not all men raped me again and again...
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