Why me?- No More
Count the men; like the stars
All in red, A penetrated holes art
I shouldn't be walking; into the night
Alas! Walk 365 steps, back from his right
He can hear me, All can smell me
Even when I am a ghost to me.
They tie my legs, shouting for devi
Only ending up rupturing me without any tyranny
Who will hear my side of the story
You are only a victim , so hear his story.
When they say they fight for you lastly
Drowning drunkards say I'm the one Spreaded my legs.
Forgetting that mother's are still
Mother's for her sake.
Will I ever be not okay,
So I can cry out loud, it will be okay??
Who will not claim me wasted
They know me as a women wanted.
We are different in the name of world
Because we are the victimed one
Who he chooses for his own night
To penetrate the hole with all his weight.
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