"He touched me here, and here, and here,"
She quietly stated at court,
While the bastard who had done all this,
Just stood there and wanked off.
When he did this horrific, disgusting deed,
She had screamed Herself hoarse,
Begging, wailing, "HELP ME PLEASE!"
But no one heard Her shout.
Her body was her own, it still is,
But every time She walked down the road,
This disgusting man followed Her around,
Leaving Her shaken and disturbed.
"She seduced me," he said,
And the girl just gasped,
For She had never even spoken to the man,
He had come and taken,and taken again.
When She had gone to the authorities,
They looked at Her like She was dirt,
Her clothes torn, Her eyes were red,
And blood flowed down from Her legs.
No one heard Her when She was raped,
And they refused to listen afterwards,
She was alone and in pain as well,
And voiceless in a faux democracy.
No one let her file Her claim,
And even when She did,
In the end She found Herself,
In a court, ashamed of Herself.
So tell me now, is this right,
For the victim to be blamed,
For a disgusting act performed on Her,
By the wicked and deranged.
Tears flow down our eyes today,
From the eyes of an entire nation,
But I ask you now,
Where were you when this happened?
You were locked up in your warm little house,
And even though you heard Her pleas,
You never moved, you never stirred,
For it was normal on the street.
After all, who asked Her to dress this way,
Like an indiscriminate slut,
A whore who more or less asked for it,
To be forced and thrown around.
It is only when its in your house,
That you will scream and shout,
Because after all, no one else matters,
Just me, myself and I.
You blame the police, the judge, the Government,
But you never see,
Who made these men the way they are,
The deranged men we see?
You don't realize that it starts at home,
When you make a lewd comment on the by,
Your little son can hear your voice,
And does the same to us.
You don't realize, that while they are to blame,
Some of it is on us,
After all we are the ones who teach and are taught,
And this fault is on us.
So when this Woman gets justice,
I doubt it will be in this lifetime,
Because the society we live in will shun,
That Woman who had no blame for this.
The man will walk free forever,
And the problem is that they know this,
They know that nothing will be done to them,
And so they'll do it again and again.
So I plead to you today, my friends,
To try to make a change here,
Please when you meet someone like this,
Don't try to make it better.
"Making it better" will probably entail,
Either pity or anger,
But at the end of the day this is not what She wants,
Its just to feel safe and protected.
She wants to walk the streets again,
Without the whistles and the comments,
She want to go out at night,
And not be scared of the strangers.
She quietly stated at court,
While the bastard who had done all this,
Just stood there and wanked off.
When he did this horrific, disgusting deed,
She had screamed Herself hoarse,
Begging, wailing, "HELP ME PLEASE!"
But no one heard Her shout.
Her body was her own, it still is,
But every time She walked down the road,
This disgusting man followed Her around,
Leaving Her shaken and disturbed.
"She seduced me," he said,
And the girl just gasped,
For She had never even spoken to the man,
He had come and taken,and taken again.
When She had gone to the authorities,
They looked at Her like She was dirt,
Her clothes torn, Her eyes were red,
And blood flowed down from Her legs.
No one heard Her when She was raped,
And they refused to listen afterwards,
She was alone and in pain as well,
And voiceless in a faux democracy.
No one let her file Her claim,
And even when She did,
In the end She found Herself,
In a court, ashamed of Herself.
So tell me now, is this right,
For the victim to be blamed,
For a disgusting act performed on Her,
By the wicked and deranged.
Tears flow down our eyes today,
From the eyes of an entire nation,
But I ask you now,
Where were you when this happened?
You were locked up in your warm little house,
And even though you heard Her pleas,
You never moved, you never stirred,
For it was normal on the street.
After all, who asked Her to dress this way,
Like an indiscriminate slut,
A whore who more or less asked for it,
To be forced and thrown around.
It is only when its in your house,
That you will scream and shout,
Because after all, no one else matters,
Just me, myself and I.
You blame the police, the judge, the Government,
But you never see,
Who made these men the way they are,
The deranged men we see?
You don't realize that it starts at home,
When you make a lewd comment on the by,
Your little son can hear your voice,
And does the same to us.
You don't realize, that while they are to blame,
Some of it is on us,
After all we are the ones who teach and are taught,
And this fault is on us.
So when this Woman gets justice,
I doubt it will be in this lifetime,
Because the society we live in will shun,
That Woman who had no blame for this.
The man will walk free forever,
And the problem is that they know this,
They know that nothing will be done to them,
And so they'll do it again and again.
So I plead to you today, my friends,
To try to make a change here,
Please when you meet someone like this,
Don't try to make it better.
"Making it better" will probably entail,
Either pity or anger,
But at the end of the day this is not what She wants,
Its just to feel safe and protected.
She wants to walk the streets again,
Without the whistles and the comments,
She want to go out at night,
And not be scared of the strangers.
