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To silence – a generation.
To mute a woman,
Into submission and the darkness of her soul.
One animal attack -
And silence, forever
None comes to her aid –
They all say “hush, don’t talk about it”
As if not talking will subdue the terror within her,
As if it will put her perpetrator behind bars!
Not talking doesn’t help!
It never has; it never will.
Silence grows like cancer slowly,
Painfully,
Killing her from within.
Leaving nothing but a hollow shell…
People say “be quiet, child” as if that could make the pain go
away –
Hush! Means silence…
They mean to suppress her
To take her voice from her
Her only weapon –
And make her a helpless prey.
A hollow,
A body without a soul,
Merely existing, never living.
No one wants to listen,
Her parents refuse to believe,
She must be at fault for the attack,
Society deems it so.
Stained in blood!
Left to live with the memory of it,
Etched into every cell,
Every muscle of her existence.
She tries to forget but,
She always fails
For she is a woman…
A woman who failed to protect the one thing,
Entrusted to her.
She lost her chastity,
Her one armour till she took her wedding vows.
She has stained the family name!
Surely, she tempted the animal,
Must have been promiscuous.
She was a slut!
“How dare you?” she wants to fight back.
Do something but, she stands frozen,
In fear and in hatred of herself –
Waiting for death to overtake her.
Alas! She cannot stand up for herself,
she cannot – Defend!
She is helpless – She must fight!
She is victim – She must rebel!
And yet!
Though she is the victim,
She becomes the perpetrator of rape,
Because society takes the attacker as victim,
And the prey as a viscous temptress.
The roles reverse,
Suddenly, she is the animal
And the attacker becomes the prey…
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