extra ☆ The hissing of the colour "blue"

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[WARNING: Some triggers are present (rape and assault).]

[Part I]

they said "walk your walk properly,
do the things we need from you,
you are a girl, so you better behave,
or a man wouldn't want you."

"go learn the chores,
learn how to take on the pain,
cover yourself well enough,
so you wouldn't have to beg".

"oh dear lady, where do you come from?
would you like to go on a ride?
I'll drop you by dawn!
my whistle belongs to you,
I want you so you must stay by our side!"

a lady is all we want,
a treat, walking by, on the streets,
i see some on the billboards,
oh we have our prides and our dreams.

"oh, it's a want and it's a need you see,
if I can't get a wife, a chick and a job,
I'll hiss around the lawn,
and so you'll see,
I'll be looking out until dawn!".

found an lonely woman
on fire are my urges,
i used her up, threw her away,
and she won't resurrect,
I've put her out of her "misery".
And about society?
oh i'll be free eventually"!

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[Part II]

here lies my body,
all the bruises and my scars,
the blue hissed around,
i can't speak any far.

you told me to follow the rules,
and i will end up in a haven,
i'll have someone to protect me,
then why must i be scared of the people
who know me?
You knew that they're the devils.

my battles, my cages,
a woman of the century,
she has fallen
and here you blaming me, saying
"you have failed our culture and our column".

a haunted judiciary,
no justice, a treachery,
and you still blame me,
for all of my injuries.

Oh mothers to your beloved sons,
stop eulagizing your men and your sons!
they are merely just doing a task,
a duty that they're supposed to do.
do not condition their prides!
for they'll extricate your kind
in some or the other way, someday too!

a calamitous society
that has been painted blue,
a long time of perversive mindsets,
there's a need for remodeling,
it's for a better me and you.

(THIS POEM IS WRITTEN IN VARIOUS VEIWPOINTS. This is an extra poem for a reason. I wanted to address this severe issue, that we have in India specifically, in a poem format. I will probably not read it ever, but hopefully it isn't too bad. I hope these bastards will be punished someday soon).

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