Went on a random cab, half conscious, alone.
She wasn’t sure what happened next.
She was raped. Not once, but twice.
An elegant flower, likes to party.
Those weekdays of hardworking have bleeded her to dry,
“Let’s dress up and live my life”.
Favourite dress, some glittering eyeshadows, a touch of red lipstick
The most stunning this night.
…
Diving into the moment of youth and expensive wine,
overdrinking yet still on track.
“I can still make it.”
Went on a random cab, half conscious, alone.
She wasn’t sure what happened next.
…
She was raped. Not once, but twice.
The first time by the taxi driver. The second time, by the society.
“It’s your fault for wearing shorts and walking down streets very late at night”
“Yeah to be fair, the man was wrong, yet the girl was definitely not a nice one”
“Why showing empathy for her? If she dressed up like a normal girl, then the guy would not target her”
“The responsibility goes to both. Men cannot resist those sexy girls because it’s about biological nature. But you, young lady, you should have protected yourself. Blame yourself first for not being cautious”
“Why showing empathy for her?”
Then why blaming her? – “Because she was not a “nice” one.”
No.
If you are a woman, then you are jealous with her beauty.
If you are a man, then you can neither own her nor deserve her.
Hate speech,
Marijuana of those losers,
makes them feel better
but drags them down to hell.
May God blessed those innocent children,
because the next victim,
probably yours.
Adore Yourself 