Is it safe, yet?

Like falling leaves

shriveled and dried

take their final leap of faith,

She gathered pace

as she saw her house

and thought she was finally safe.

Safe from the filth

that had followed her,

Safe from their

unclean words,

Safe at last

from the cruel world,

She lightly hugged her purse.

She'd be safe inside

in her cozy bed,

and never venture out late,

She promised

she won't wear a dress,

if only she reached safe.

Her identity lay buried now

under piles of fear,

She'd turn the news on

or go for a walk,

and that's all that she would hear.

With constant fear,

with conscious minds,

the girls now roam this land,

Is it really safe?

Will it ever be?

Is this how man treats man?!