Consent
How can entire religions
be built around
trying to keep me
from raising my voice
and making sure
I keep my legs closed,
and yet,
not one of them
focus on
making villains out of
a man
(be it my father,
brother
or husband)
who touches me
without my
consent?
Author’s Note: If you like what I write, you might enjoy some of my best poems which are curated in my book: Stolen Reflections: Some Stories Are Told in Verse. Please do leave a review if you enjoyed the book.