I found friendship in a story
It’s been 6 years now, and she is slowly opening up to me
Tears rolled down her cheeks
& so I am trying to create noise
Give rhythm to a silence voice
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My heart is broken
I watch her carry herself with poise
she told me about being six years old
Her hands were shaking, her skin was cold
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I drift with her to India,
see visions through her eyes
I wonder how many helpless women
Scream out as they get raped by a guy
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Mouth covered, whisper quietly
There is nothing you can do
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But sit and watch and see
I am so f****ing tired of that mentality
It’s everywhere, it’s in the air
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Women are objects
With golden locks of hair
A price to pay for beauty
And they say it is her fault,
Her body screams
.(consume me).
There’s a muzzle on her mouth
Even when she screams out loud
No one hears a sound
But the earth shakes with madness
And the thunder roars with anger
At this evil evil nature.
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We can’t sit back anymore and ignore the silent noise
You feel it in your bones
turn your head, to what’s not shown
but it’s not just the men
if you think so you’re mistaken
I hear women sh*t talking each other
All across the nation
we must stop playing pretend.
Every woman should be glorified,
Every woman should be friend.
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And when you open up, you’ll hear a similar story
Tears will roll down her cheeks
And another woman will be raped in morning.
So I am asking men and women to stop acting as if are not all human, all the same
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And ask themselves What is it that captures different frames
of the same picture?
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