By The Virtue Of Being A Woman (Poem)

I'll be labelled a dirty woman,

If I raise my voice against those dirty breeds,

The molester smirks, and I get shamed, 

The father watches with accusing eyes,

My skirt is at fault or maybe my walk,

And I lose my dignity by the virtue of being a woman.

The catcalls don't seize,

As the perpetrators enjoy the breeze, 

Some say how can a man be wrong,

The fault was in my eyes as I dared to gaze,

And the family blames with accusing eyes,

The molester smirks and the victim dies by the virtue of being a woman 

The next time it happens,

I bear through it

Because no one stands to save me at least,

I lost my voice, lost my battle

The molester won because he was a man just like my father 

And I'm helpless by the virtue of being a woman 

So, I make peace with the world,

I lay my rules,

I shall not raise my voice,

Find a bunker to hide,

Remember to write why I fight,

There's no justice, no god, no karma for some,

I lose by the virtue of being a woman.