Raped and Silence

By Akshita Sharma

(To those victims who are forgotten)

She is just a little girl, woman, aunt, sister, mother,

And she found herself in the corner of a room- with a

quiet voice,

She reveals the struggle of being a victim,

And no one heard her scream.

With every second breath,

She carries pain that never withers,

Never truly fades.

She's a chaos of fleeting thoughts,

She longed to fly in open skies,

But they gave her cursed wings,

Wings that cut her flesh ,

And echoed haunting memories.

She weeps in front of a cold cracked mirror,

Clawing at ribbed, sick chains,

Tearing out bloody tears.

She's a patient of creepy gazes,

With a grim, crimson heart,

Stitched with a weak thread.

She's the bitter truth of society,

A bitterness that turns women into possessions,

Possession for the grave-eyed ruthlessness of men.

She cannot be weighed by blind justice,

Of this crooked world,

She is not just a girl in a corner,

She is a wound this world refuses to see.

She bleeds in silence,

She is the scream buried beneath scars,

She is truth a million refuse to hear.

By Akshita Sharma