Victims
Objects of pleasure they see us as
Attacking us from every angle and any corner
With our tiny voices we scream
Scream till we have no breath to scream again
With their Dwayne Johnson's muscles they suppress us
Forcefully penetrating with their carrots
Taking away our long preserved dignity
For the one we await in emotional unity
We are the victims of rape
Battered and shattered for the sake of pleasure
The pleasure we don't derive pleasure in but pain
On us the put chip of shame
Shame that has led to the damnation of some of us
Putting us in eternal bondage of scary memories
Making us everlasting victims of rape
But....
What sins have we committed?
Who have we offended?
Are we not humans just like every other human beings?
Are we no longer entitled to rights to free movement and choice of dressing?
Is it a sin to be beautiful and attractive?
Is it our fault that we have jaw dropping and eye catching endowments?
So why us???!!!
#Saynotorape
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