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Twisha Ray

Drama

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Twisha Ray

Drama

I Hate My Society

I Hate My Society

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Every man on the street today

Feels like a monster lusting over my skin.

"Cover-up,” Maa says, 

Pointing out my sleeveless kurti.


While Baba is listening to politicians

Fighting over the religion of rapists,

I sometimes wonder what

Synonym of courage would they call me

If I get raped the other day.

Would they call me “Mardaani” or

“Nirbhaya” or “Veerangana”?


Baba says women who think

Too highly of themselves end up with this fate,

And I wonder what I thought of myself

At the age of four when my brother

Pushed his hand down my pants

Like I was cheap meat he brought from the market.


I wake up to the nightmare

Of being the only woman passenger

In an empty train coach,

While you are still busy

Deciding what the victim should've worn

To avoid rape.


You think women should wear

Silence around their necks

As medals from Olympics.

I am descendant of Kali,

Durga, Neith, Pakhet, Sekhmet.


I am the synonym of war.

I'll not wait for you to give me justice,

I'll push my foot down your throat,

And snatch it from you.

You'll call me the hundred

Synonyms of fear

Every time I wear the skin of a rapist

Around my waist.


I'll make you go through

What my sisters went through,

A thousand times over.

I will start a new century,

Where fear won't find a place

In women's dictionary.


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