Me too: a poem

Me too…

Written by: Professor J. Anitha Menon

Woke up with the rain assaulting her skin
Prisoner of her own body
That no longer felt her own
Forcibly maneuvered by a stranger
Invaded by a foreign hand
Without being given a say

Her mind numbed to the reality
Body’s sensation heightened beyond control
A simple touch from a loved one
Could trigger those memories
Severing ties with even those she loved

How many others she doubted
Have faced this before her
Or is it her alone
In this horrendous path

She came across numerous
Those in mini skirts pondering if it was their fault
Those in veil shrieked that it also happened to them
Those in diaper could not say a word

She will stand high and proud
What happened was never her fault
But it is HE who will live a discreditable life
Knowing everyday of committing a blatant act

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