Clipped Wings

Why should I 

Be called a survivor or a victim,

When I, just want

To be a normal person.

Why should I

Cover my face or not go out,

When I am not 

Ashamed of myself.

Why should I 

Take the pathetic blames of the society

Or be the puppet at the hands of my rapist,

When I want to fight back.

Why should I 

End my life or be depressed,

When I was taught 

To be bold and to love me.

Why should I

Never laugh or be happy again,

When I want to 

Leave the past and move on.

I was brought up 

With thoughts that,

Freedom is my weapon,

And the laws, my armor.

So, why was my belief ripped off,

And my rapist was crowned with it.

Why did the nation, that was my home, turned into walls of lifeless blames. 

And in the end,

Why, when I needed 

My country's help the most, 

Was I left alone?