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Yes, I Am Ashamed, Are You?

Yes, I Am Ashamed, Are You?

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I cry at the death of humanity,

To see the blood stains on her skirt, still fresh,

And she has no clue what just happened to her,

Suddenly she makes headlines in media and press!


Do you understand her trauma?

She has cut only four birth day cakes,

She brings chocolates for her pals,,

on her birth day, draping a pink fairy dress.


Papa sends her to school,

She has to grow big one day,

She must've turned into a big girl now!

PT teacher trains her physically that way.


She was wearing her uniform,

Yes the skirt was short,

Poor Teacher! He was a man with hormones,

How could it be his fault!


She feels the pain in her abdomen,

And sobs in the lap of her mother,

Sexual assault is an new phrase to her,

She knows sex as Male, Female and Other!


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