I am Raped

Rape – isn’t just to force – its the violation of ones freedom to feel free.
Rape isn’t a social problem its a social sickness – Rape in its mildest most shattering form …….


I am raped

I am raped when you pass by me like the wind


Whispering words that disgust me

That sends shivers down my spine

When you pass by me and tend to think that you are just complimenting me

Instead, you are scaring me

You are not calling me beautiful; you are not praising the Lord for creating me.

You are raping me.

My heart races, my blood pumps through my ears; I am scared; I am deprived in my own skin

I am raped

I am raped when you touch me.

When you think I am your property to abuse.

When you grope me – when you stroke me in public.

There I stand perplexed about my next move. Maybe I have no identity to protect.

When I am disgusted by my own existence, feeling foreign in my own body.

I am raped

When you look at me when you look through my attire on to my body, which I can’t even hide with my clothes.

I am raped when your gaze burns through my back into my soul.

I am raped when every shred of thread fails to protect me from your hovering eyes

I am raped

Because I walk alone because I walk with my family because I walk with my friends because I walk the streets?

I am raped, because I travel in the rickshaw, on the bus, on a bike, in a car?

I am raped because I am an infant without a mind?

A girl without a voice?

A lady without support?

A wife with hopes?

A Woman with morals to look after?

A mother with responsibilities?

A teenager with dreams?


I am raped because I am terrified of the Passer-Bys, of the Drivers, of the Conductors, of the Workers, of the Teachers, of the Students, of the Boys, of the Men!

I am raped every day in all the manners, not because I want to be because I have to be.

Not because I am not modest but because your gaze is higher than my modesty.

I am raped Day in and Day out.

I am raped everywhere because I don’t know where to run off to. Who to confide in? Who to cling onto? Who to look onto? Who to aspire from? Who to talk to? Who will understand me, understand this!

But above all I am raped because I am told to compromise, to understand and be silent, to blend in with all others, to lower my gaze and never see the sky.

I am quite because I am raped.

By the stare

By the thoughts

By the vibes.

I Am Raped Because I Am Quite.