#WritcoPoemChallenge
#WomensDay
Her eyes gleamed with the light 
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length,
of clothes but her reputation
in the society .
She went on with fright
and her hands tight
with keys upright ready to fight.
To fight if hands came over her
if eyes were drawn to her curves .
It was easy to rape her for the beasts
in the dark gloomy night.
Where no body could hear , see or even sense .
Some found peace in solitude of dark streets .
Making it fearful for her to walk in .

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