I'm Her, The Violated Nameless

With the daily unvarying dose of motivational energy and enthusiasm

I don a smile and confidence as my primary ornaments

With the soon to follow dandy danglers, duppatta and lipstick!

Craning my neck, as I turn around to see if my bulges are awkward and showy

Laborious, but a final call is made, the moment, 

The colors on my face and the dress on my body makes me myself

I am ready for the world, I chant!

I cross people, waiting to smile back, when I catch their eye

Uneasy for a response, when I catch some staring at my face, some at my body

Comfort and confidence turn into armor, shielding the unwanted attention

I hear about violence, I read about rape and I look at men around me

All men I’ve ever known were kind and gentle, or was it ONLY the merit of his women

His mother, his sister, his daughter, his lover, his wife, his mistress 

Would he force himself when I cry, would he crush my body for his pleasure?

What should I say to him if I am alone, if I am afraid

Should I tell him,

I don’t like victimizing myself and I want to believe my life is in my control

Should I tell him,

Even looks and words hurt and a wrong touch breaks me into pieces

Should I tell him,

When I’m in love, my laugh is ecstasic and my touch is magical

Or Should I tell him,

I hate the skin and flesh on my body, but can I still stay alive after you are done with it?