*The Other Half*

If only I could stop his horny gaze, his wickedly smiling eyes.

If only I could stop that creepy touch, on my thighs.

I only I could stop that deliberate bam of his elbow into my chest.

If only I could stop nasty songs yelling loud, demeaning me with dripping lust.

If only I could tell the world that all the women, yes all, are raped daily and they don’t utter a word.

The heart pukes, the mind boggles,

Disgust scandalizes, fury toggles.

If only they knew, we survive through this victimizing daily chore

and when we decide not to give a damn;

to speak up against this exploiting ‘man’

All they comment is- “Oh look! There comes the whore.”