'''But marital rape is fine. Yet, I am silenced. For all we boil down to is sexual interaction. Not just me, my mother, sisters, friends, all quicken their pace post 8.30 in the evening...So I wear my jeans long and wear my tops high. Don't show my cleavage or a hint of my thighs. Don't want to be mistaken for wanting it. Cause if I wear less, I'm more than just flaunting it, I'm risking it. Risking not my virginity, but my life...Not as pure as I was before...Pucker up, it's a mad design, get in line. So what I'm trying to say here tonight is, I'm sorry I was brought up in a family where my brother taught me wrong from right.'''
Aryana Johar
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