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How Your Sadistic Pleasures Scarred #MeToo

Afraid of your kind,
I walk in terrible fear
Can’t express freely
So I die a thousand deaths.


Every time, society taunts me
Blames me. Shames me.
Everyone around me just
Shuts me up.


The trust in your gender
Is now broken apart,
I lost my innocent sleep
Because of your evil acts.


Won’t be able to share space
Again with a guy in my life,
Without fearing for my dignity
And his lustful staring look


I’m scared for my modesty,
For you all throw my respect away.
Some slip hands in my dress,
Others feel up my thighs.


Unwelcoming gestures of yours
Threaten my peaceful world
I try to evade it the best I can
Still, your eyes rip off my clothes.


You make it seem like normal,
Like I am a puppet of yours
Carry my emotions under your ego
Continuing your wild trail.


Heard of your lone moment hunts
Coz Sometimes I too faced them
But your broad daylight public acts
Was something I never knew.


With predators like you lusting
The home, job, all seems unsafe
You trick me and fool me
Then, Justify it with an excuse.


The authority you misuse
To get me naked in your bed
Push my soul into darkness
Destroying my career and life.


Your pleasure is pure sadism,
Enjoying my unseen pain
You like hurting me, mocking me
See me crying like a child.


This story is not only mine
I share it with others,I didn’t know
But Everyone was afraid to speak
Unless. It all happened with #metoo.

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