I Don'T Know What Rape Is

I don't know what rape is, Is it my uncle pinching my buttocks, Asking me to bring a glass of water Or is it my father who told me to swallow my pride Lest, it will break my family.. I don't know what rape is, Is it my brother taking me to a deserted room, Defiling my lips... Or my mother who asked me to forget this 'mishap' because all it will do is bring pain I don't know what rape is, Is it a stranger on the public bus, constantly brushing against my pubic regions, Or is it my boyfriend who doesn't understand what consent is. I don't know what rape is, Is it, my servant who forced his genitals down my throat Or my neighbour who undresses me with his eyes, Everytime we meet in the corridor. I don't know what rape is, Is it that high-end boutique salesman who takes advantage Whenever he gets a chance. Or is it my best friend who asks me not to protest, Not to create a scene. I don't know what rape is, Is it my boss' greedy eyes which travels all the way down. Or the HR department who promised me a safe environment, In return of a threesome with her husband. I don't know what rape is, Was it Duryodhan undressing Draupadi in front of the court... Or the Pandavas, betting on their wife's dignity.