I'm used to being stared at and cat called.
I'm used to aunties telling me it is my fault.
I'm used to people telling me I should cover it all.
I'm used to being a prisoner when the night falls.
But enough is enough, it's time to speak.
The torture we've been through is at it's peak.
Why we're Durgas and Kali's, it's time to show.
Because those ugly pigs can't understand 'no means no'.
I'll wear what I want, I'll own the night.
It's your damn problem if your pants are tight.
My dress is not an invitation boy, you can fuck off.
If you can't control what's in your pants then you should cut it off.
Thousands of Nirbhaya and Asifa get crushed by them.
But are those evil bastards only to blame?
Well, I don't think so, they're not only one's at wrong.
Now you should take a seat, the list is little long.
First comes the gang that thinks harrassing is cool.
The next are those watching the event like a fool.
Oh! That guy is harrassing her but so what? It's India.
Oh no! One more rape! I'll show my anger on social media.
And then is the mother that didn't raised her boy right.
The society that is not letting the girl fight for her right.
Then comes the system, Let's connect the crime with politics.
Oh! The rape is so wonderful opportunity to spread hatred, let's not miss it.
Then comes our blind law. The lady is such a bitch.
I don't give a shit, bitch. My daddy is rich.
But enough is enough, it's time to speak.
The torture we've been through is at it's peak.
Why we're Durgas and Kali's, it's time to show.
Because those ugly pigs can't understand 'no means no'.
