That Night
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Complete Mon, Jul 26, 2021<5 mins
'A reminder that we still don't have answers to the questions she could never ask That Night'
A poem which is more than just mere words, it's a story of what a woman fears and a victim bears, it's a desperate cry to the world to look just beyond her wounds and throw light upon the darkness that follows her around no matter whether she survived through or not. It's about her having to relive the nightmares no matter how stark the proofs are and having to be questioned by the society which seems to not look beyond HER clothes and HER behaviour. This is for the society to understand that it's not her fault, it's his and immoral crimes cannot and should not be covered by the misogynistic approach towards HER lifestyle.
[The poem is centered around women but it's about anyone and everyone who had to suffer through such horrible circumstances. No matter their gender or orientation, nobody deserves to have their lives ruined by someone's lust, greed or immorality. Your voices are heard and will be heard until the world turns deaf]
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