The looks, the stares, the eyeballs that never stay.
The crave, the want, the untamed vulgarity of them all!
It's about us and yet not about us. Its about them and yet not about them. But its about them considering us the 'it'.
Yes! The streets where they turn around and stare
The bus stops where they turn their heads to size up
The buses where their eyes are a constant still,
Not at the roads but the narrow lane between your breasts.
Its not a day but every single day that a woman is stared at. Its not a day but every single day that she is made to feel naked despite being under layers of clothes. But when was the beginning of it all?
From the day she is born
A baby girl is to be wrapped in layers
While her little brother was naked and cute.
And when she grew up and went to school
"Her skirt is too short and her blouse too tight"
And hence, the stares and comments.
She withstood all this and went ahead
She soon moved to a new city.
There too, "her skirt is too short and her blouse too tight"
Hence the stares and comments.
What did the parents tell her ? What did the society teach her? What did she think growing up? And whose eyes did she fear?
Her parents' worry was known and words would just worsen it,
Meanwhile the society ensured she learned
That she is the one being stared at and the reason is herself!
She thought it was what she wore that did this to her
And the vulturous eyes never looked away,
Even when she wrapped herself up with mere slits for her eyes.
And when she sat across two men while one slept, the other stared. Yes, he stared at her face. And then his eyes slowly slid; only downwards until it moved back up to halt. And stared and stared and stared. Until he could not withhold it. And then he touched himself so as to feel the pleasure of what he saw. A public space that he is in, he just jerked his hand forth and back until he ensured she saw it. But when she saw it, he had to stop and move his hand up to his breasts and hold it. The faces he made is as 'fuck me' as it can be. Then he looked at her and held his hand near his breasts in a manner to show his want for her's. And what did she do? Nothing at all. Because that was what she was taught. She will be blamed.Period.
"She is to blame"
"Its her fault!"
There will be times when people will not even say it.
They have no time for it and nobody cares about it.
And so, the stares that burn
And the hands that jerk has no reason to fear.
For the world is full of it and other fools who don't give a shit!
And yet sad is a man who is not looked at by a woman. But trust us, your life is simple.
