Tears of Shame

Have you noticed? How you will subconsciously stick to well-lit roads if you are walking home alone? How you will pull your bag across your chest in a crowded bus? How you will not look a man in the eye because you dont want to send him ‘signals’? Because in this world where the victim takes the blame, the onus of rape is on the woman.

Can we change it?

Tears of Shame

You are young and beautiful and attractive…
They said.
Men will lust after you…
Its all your fault.
And she cried tears of shame.
Sometimes she jumped down a well..
Sometimes she kicked a chair.
Then one day…
They raped an old, wrinkled grandmother instead.

Look at how ambitious you are, when home should be your place…
They said.
Men will lust after you…
Its all your fault.
And she cried tears of shame.
Sometimes she cleaned and cooked all day
Sometimes she resigned the job she loved…
Then one day…
They raped a stay-at-home mom instead.

Look at the way you walk and laugh and dress…
They said.
Men will lust after you…
Its all your fault.
And she cried tears of shame.
Sometimes she stifled the laughter…
Sometimes she covered her legs.
Then one day…
They raped a baby instead.

Jyotsna Atre

This post is a part of the Blogchatter A2Z challenge