She
Who is she?
Let's start this
I have been hearing a lot
About rapes lately
And i kept quiet not
NOW
We live in a country
Where she is worshipped
Where she is a goddess
Where her pujas are festivals
Her dresses are honored
And holidays
But here
She is also
Raped
Assaulted
Mentally
Emotionally
Physically
In every possible way
She is said to be independent
But it's not in her freedom to have night Walks
She is said have a speech
But she is deprived of her sweet voice
She is slut shamed
She get's called by different names
She is judged by her body
Shapes
Skin tone
Curves
She is defied by the media companies
Because they have taken her as granted
How ironical?
When even the goddess of voice is her?!?!
You know who is she?
She is me
She's  you
She is your mother
She is your grandma
Your sister
Your daughter
You niece
Your teacher
She made you
Each and everyone of you
Still.
She is tongue cut
Spine broken
She is dead
And you aren't doing anything about it
She is hiding her pains and bruises
And you aren't seeing them either
She is supposed to be respected not thrown aside like a sack of potatoes
I think this is how it will go on
She will die
And one more she'll
Die
And you'll just be ignorant as you are now!
© Zamsi