her master's voice

tum na jaane kis jahaan me kho gaye..

she sings,
with innocent and an almost naive voice..
lata,
as she began singing in her teens.

when i hear her sing,
this thought comes to my mind,
whom did she think of when she sang this song?
did she think of someone?

when i search for her past,
they tell me all about her.
how she started singing.
her brothers
her sisters
her parents.

is that all?

so many stories in the history
of someone being too glorified
that the whole world forgets
she is a living, eating, peeing,
human being...

for all the men.

for all the men
who stared at me
who tried to touch me in my private parts
who tried to rape me

from the time
i dont remember
from the time
i dont even know
what womanhood is like
from the time
i dont know
my breasts would bloom;

i wish i could stand nude
on a point at a hight
where you could all see me
and mastrubate,
mastrubate, mastrubate.

i could show you
how my ass shakes,
how my breasts wave.

but then,
you'll be over with me.
you'll want every woman,
every other woman
to do this for you.
if they dont,
you will drag them
from your own households.

no, it might not save any woman.
it might just trigger
gang mastubations
and gang rapes..
for things you just need some excuse.

you, motherfuckers.