That’s What She Actually Said

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By -Gayatri Agarwal

There was a time when we were called deities;
Now we have come to a world;
Where we are just a part of pities.

Every morning we wake;
Every step we take;
It’s considered to be a mistake.
Whether it be;
Wearing a dress of our choice;
Or hanging out with the boys;
Or ever raising our voice.
Everything is just an invite;
To a rape threat;
For they believe;
we should be a silent pet.

For she being bold, comfortable and independent;
Made few dicks feel incompetent;
Because we live in a world;
Where being egoistic is a sign of accomplishment.
Who is to decide on their punishment?
Where even law & order:
Is run by mismanagement.

When are we to live free?
When are we going to be safe?
Is it when we go to our grave?
1950 to 2020, 70 years;
And it’s just been freedom of tears.

Published by penfluky

Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It happened when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. The only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds—the walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the barriers using the mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore.

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