Running away from the lust of Adam,
is there a place where there's no harm?
Tell me this isn't the worse,
to have this legs and curves is a curse!
I cried them NO!
And even begged them to let me go.
I prayed for them to stop,
but my plea was a flop!
I felt how disgusting it was to stand,
to be helpless and touched by lecherous hands.
If clothes doesn't define chastity,
why was the blame pointed on me?
The bruises might heal but it will surely leave a scar.
Reminder of how the justice is so near yet so far.
The juries told me that to point fingers is their must,
it shouldn't be on the victim, but on their lust!
How painful it was to be abused and to be blamed?
How convenient it was to put the victim on shame?
If my body is indeed my own,
why when I told them to "STOP!"
they replied with a moan?