Mummy, I have some questions to ask you

Mummy, I have some questions to ask you.

Is the world out there telling me the truth?

Is it really what I have understood?

Do I really have to restrict myself from freedom?

Do I really have to stay away from every "someone"?

Do I have to be careful even around my family and friends?

Can I trust noone in this world of cruelty trends?

Do I have to cover all my body parts when I go out?

Full-sleeve and a dupatta, so that no man gets aroused.

Is my body really mine?

Or am I their glass of wine?

Do I really have to come home before it gets dark?

So that no one can take advantage of my loneliness and leave a mark?

Do I really have to keep a "Man" with me to protect me?

Do I really have to stay silent if people subject me?

Am I weak? Am I frail?

Am I a ship that they can sail?

Do I really have to always be fearful?

Can't I be valiant and cheerful?

Do I really have to know what's good touch and what's bad?

Making us go through all this, doesn't it make them sad?

Why did you make me grow up in a world that is so harsh?

Why does the free world have so many bars?

Mummy, Do I have to give my body to someone I don't want to?

Do I have to be be someone I am not?

Do I have to be called an "escort"?

Do I have to live this way?

Where I have no rights and no say?

Where the world dominates me?

Where I am not free?

Do I really have to hear a hundred sexual harassment cases every day?

And be thankful that it was not me today?