Like pouring rain in a storm, I go unheard, Like a damsel in distress, I go unheard, Like the calmness in the night, I go unheard. Like a victim's cry, I go unheard. Why I am left alone? Why I am fighting ? What’s the point of Expressing things in writing? Why I suffer ? Where is response to my plea? Why the rapist are walking free ? Why the victims are being accused ? Why are we not lighting this path, are the bulbs fuse ? Who shall be held responsible for my death, Is it the govt. , Society , doctors ? , I can’t do the math, I feel disgusted with my own touch, Asking for justice, is it too much ? Where are the rules, where are the force ? It’s RAPE not a consensual intercourse, I feel ashamed of myself, I feel fear inside my skin The decision between living and death is thin, Tormented with terror, but I choose to fight, I want the culprit to be hanged, in front of my eyes. When things are neglected, the story usually goes unheard. #poetry #stories #abuse #rape #woman #life #fighter
