The hijaab you were wearing, tempted them...
The way you were covered fully, made them to attempt....
The dress you wear, makes them uncomfortable....
They want to grab you seeing in that dress, thats justifiable....
The saree you drape, is the cause of rape they say,
These are the reasons with which they get away...
That four year old girl, she was playing too much....
May be that was the sign they took as her allowance to touch....
That old aunty was smiling at you
That was the reason for her rape too...
That animal who was so much fond of you, just because you fed him some food,
He was cuddling with you, thats how you took it as signal to use it for your good?
The clothing you wear, is the actual fear
How could you do this, all as you wish
Are we just a piece to satisfy you
Is there nothing like, 'we are humans too'?
You did us wrong everytime...
And then justifying with reasons like our dresses in every line
You never knew about consent
You were just too busy with your irrelevant
You were born to her, mother
You lived with her, sister
You were tied to her, wife
You made her, daughter
They were all around
So you caused them a wound
By adding one more line to it
'You raped her', a random but a mother, wife, daughter and sister to a person
But you don't care whose she was
As long as she's not from your family...
Cause she isn't related to you,
So why to care about anyone randomly...
You catcalled her, a stranger
You groped her, a girl on bus
You forced her, an employee
You molested her, a neighbour's child
Did never felt that wild?
Is it that easy,
Just a sight and you forget your specie?
Their clothing shows their character
Revealing their bodies made them glitter
The thing that needs to change is not their dress
But the thing that needs you to be adressed
Its your thinking thats small
Their appearance isnt the reason at all
Your sister if wears the same would never be tempting
But that girl on bus with suit was simply like could not be extempting
Your mind needs to be broadened
Let it be her choice, her clothes to be longed or shotened
Teach yourself consent
You could not just torment
Its her life, let her survive
This fear of men, already a near death experience won't let her be alive
Its up to you, if you outrule these rape
Remember even your family female's wont escape
So clothing your mindset, most appropriate
So its up to you mate
Heaven's gate
Or this bait....
