Sometimes I say to myself,
Everything is gonna be fine,
It’s just a matter of time…
The first time I ever told this,
When I was eleven,
And things happened in a caravan,
Where the driver tried to ride,
Both me and van…
Gear up, gear down,
His hands into my pinafore,
Reaching thighs, then my tights,
I was totally traumatized!
I put that tragic eve
To the back of my head,
Hearing vehicles honking
And there was nothing to be said except,
Men are men, all they want is women!
At thirteen, when I was writing examination,
My mind filled with perplexation,
Admit it, mathematics is hard,
But science is even harder to understand,
For your body shows no sign,
And suddenly you feel so feminine,
I have read it is 28 days cycle,
But why did she peep in before a week?
Oh man! suddenly I feel so weak,
Those nausea, cramps and mood swings
Bloating, breakouts and sore breaststroke
Wait! Did I stain myself?
Yes? No? May be?
Should I stay or leave?
Should I stand or better sit?
Mam additional sheet! I stood!
Okay…now I could hear someone crackle,
Suddenly men chuckle,
And I knew the reason for their giggle!
I cried and cried,
And I have to lie
About my eye,
When it was black and blue
That I slipped and fell,
And it hurts like hell,
But what am I to do?
Men are men, they don’t understand women,
So I said to myself,
Everything is gonna be fine;
It’s just matter of time!
Rush, rush, rush
Get into the bus
I was eighteen with great features,
Standing admit strangers,
Suddenly I felt,
Some creature snatch from behind,
Grabbing my ass,
Touched my shoulder,
And made me shoulder…
That moment I was
A daring women petrified in a shell,
And a brave warrior, trapped in hell!
You don’t know, You don’t know,
About the pain and sorrow,
When a heavy heart feels hollow,
Confusions that follow,
Until to make it tomorrow!
And everytime I told myself,
Everything is gonna be fine;
It’s just matter of time!
Unwanted, unloved, ubhorred,
I cried for a little more than
Fragment of love,
Darkness embraced the world I live in,
Consuming courage that I had within,
Please! Awaken my heart from sleep,
For I am yearning to be complete!
Finally loved and valued,
Now tears in my eyes,
The universe heard my prayers
And answered my cries…
Dear gentlemen,
Thanks for not letting it happen,
Thanks for not letting anything happen,
For not being brutal and
Proving all my vendettas futile,
For saving me from molestation,
Depredation in each and every situation!
Thanks!
For the fire in your eyes,
For the voices you raised,
For the efforts that stopped abuse,
For the hands that slapped,
For the legs that stamped,
For punishing the lines breached,
For stopping the wounds that never heals,
For holding hands,
Consoling hearts…
Because I understand,
Men are men;
Animals are animals;
And gentlemen are not animals!
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