Voice of the Real Victims

Voice Of The Real Victim Girls have me long as I increase her beauty, I’m the hair But people use me creepy, it’s not fair. Me the forehead being in a full entity, Though I can grab your mind which is so shitty. Me filled with salt water Dreamt to be amazed with glowing colors, But now with full of anger Destroyed by devils with endless hunger. With the sense of smell, I’m the nose To those who doesn’t have nerves By your sight I can smell your evil thirst, And also, I can sense your noxious lust The two attractive part, I’m the lips, Only with love give me the kiss. Me the neck, a narrow connecting, But this brutal act makes me dying. I create different sounds; I’m the reason why you speak Don’t press me hard, as I’m a little weak, Just like the sweet voice of the nightingale and sparrow I cry within me, my anger and sorrow. We the twin organs on a women’s chest We produce milk for the infants to drink. Why you demons strike us for the taste, You make all our virginity to go waste. I’m the shelter for your child, I have nothing to make you wild. What’s there in me to snoop? Dignitaries don’t have an act to sue the group. Longer we are attractive we look, We bear a lot of pain in running and working hard , You break me to avoid getting kicked Forgetting that, I have a life behind the wrecked. I bear the pain of giving birth But misused by people who lack to know it’s worth. Women society should be made honorable Who should also teach their own ennoble. ………………..