I am a girl;
I can't walk alone after the sunset; why?
All the time numerous fears are in my heart,
Something wrong is going to happen.
I always think about it
When I choose apparel from my closet
And gaze at it like a bit of indication,
Like, if I am molested or raped tonight,
What I'm wearing on this harrowing night,
Poor apparel feeling guilty with me.
I care the brand and the tag,
40% cotton and 60% synthetic,
Like me, many should mark the tag.
But strangers gazing at me,
Want to rob me deep inside my apparel.
Like this is raping secular land and
The society enjoying for social justice wants
To "rob me"
And blame my poor skirt.
All blame me for bad choices
And a man branded with a tag of relationship,
Must be there to declare my existence as a human being.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem