My body is not your playground,For your dirty sick games.My vagina is not your stage,To showcase your unimaginable,Inhuman cruelties.

Do you get dirty thoughts,
Looking at your mother or sister too?
How do you differentiate between
Vaginas?
When it’s just a hole,
To please, your evil soul.

You are no animal,
I don’t want to disrespect them.
You are no satan,
Once upon a time, he too was sane.

Me being a woman,
Is not a curse.
I hold this world together.
From the same vagina,
Is also your existence.

Raping a vagina,
Burning a body
Is that all,
Your purpose?
Is that all it takes,
To be recognised as,
A MAN,
After all.

Rape my body,
Burn me alive.
Like me,
There are hundreds more to come,
Countless vaginas,
Are yet to arrive.

If destroying my body,
Is all for boosting your manhood.
Then, I am changing the
Course of traditional womanhood.
If my covered body,
Excites you,
I will walk naked,
Untill, it bores you.

Keep in mind,
Tides of wind, reach everywhere.
Don’t be surprised
When your own women
Are naked,
Then, don’t cover them,
To hide your despair.

What will you do,

When your penis is dry?

What will you do,

When ghosts of your dirt,

Will horrify you?

I am nomore a victim,

I am nomore scared.

I want a vagina,

Everytime, I am created.

Burn me away,

Make me disappear,

I will rise again,

From the ashes,

Somewhere,

Where vaginas are

Sacred.