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Her
Her
She was walking down the street,
They saw her alone,
They decided she was theirs to claim,
Because of the way she dressed,
Because she is a woman,
And we named her,
Guilty.
The one at fault.
She screamed and she cried,
She wept while being killed alive,
She was mutilated and broken,
No one to hear her screams,
No one to save her then,
We named her,
Powerless.
The one who couldn’t be helped.
Held together by bandages,
And the hope for justice,
She saved her breaths,
Delaying what wasn’t meant to be,
While they breathed easy.
We named her,
Survivor.
The one w
ho fought.
The nation was shaken,
Shocked by the horror,
Ashamed of itself,
It offered the daughter strength,
But what she needed was justice,
They named her,
Victim.
The one who was wronged.
She fought, fended it,
Till she could no longer,
Everyone cried, and cursed,
While she died, a martyr’s death,
She didn’t deserve it, they do.
We named her,
Nirbhaya,
The one without fear.
Justice delayed, or
Justice denied, it didn’t matter,
What we did to her, that did.
We hurt her, we killed her,
We named her,
Woman.
The one who suffers it all.
