I don’t think they were capable of conceiving anything other than filth,
Which is maybe why you,
Yes, you were born to bring children into this world.
Their vile hands cupping flower buds;
Crushing them to death, pushing them into the ground with all their might was all I knew about fathers,
How they violated and fisted angry words,
How you would wake up screaming,
“Shh…” your mother says.
Those heinous tortures are not to be spoken of today.
Today is a happier day; don’t go wandering into the rape lane again.
When you see more than a broken plate and a torn negligee,
I will know evil has penetrated your senses too.
They drop threats like casualties not harming entire generations and generations to come,
They throw us down,
Make us look up when they take our virtue away.
They make victims create more victims,
They’re destroyers of the creators of this world.
And all we’re concerned about is shutting off our voices to fit into this society.