Maybe, maybe she stepped out too late,
or stepped in too early.
(Who knows! The truth's surly !)
Maybe, she trusted to soon,
(Even the hand
that held the spoon?)
Maybe, her clothes were revealing,
(as he took it on him, to lay her bare,
cried Mr. Curious: "Too Concealing!!" )
Maybe she called it on herself
(" Hello Spooky guy, come hit me
as I pass by ")
Maybe she was wild !!!
(a mare to be tamed)
Maybe she was vile !!!
(and needed to be shamed)
Maybe she was born with it !!!
Marked at birth,
to carry his blame!
'Cause ain't age just a number,
when you're born with
a vagina down under?
Everyone has their stories, do the numbers matter? do the stories matter? do we share enough? do we care enough? Most importantly do we act on it enough? Do we muster that courage to call out on eve-teasers/harassers/assaulters every single time? How often do we turn a blind eye. How often do we accept situations knowing well that we are only making it worse for those that follow?
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