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Like a phoenix, she rose from the ashes #MeToo

She was sweet sixteen
When her friend’s brother
Who was himself eighteen
Wanted to be her ‘boyfriend’
More, like, her lover,
All he wanted to do
Was feel her up 
And have his way with her
Then why on earth
Did he talk of marriage
Confusing her?

She who was naïve,
What they would call an 'innocent’
Unaware of his evil intent
Was fooled into thinking
The world was all sunshine 
And tread where angels feared to
This led to her decline

She felt she had shamed herself
By letting him touch her
Especially, when after a point
He repulsed her
Even after he'd moved on
And started dating an older woman
He made out with her
Because she let him
Till date, she asks herself,
"Oh, why oh why? Didn't I stop him?'

They had never discussed anything
This made her feel sick
It's so important to talk
Why don't boys understand this?

When the #MeToo campaign
Unearthed stories of abuse
Her own pain was tight like a noose
Until then, she had lost her voice
Stopped talking to boys
Felt awkward around men
The hashtag #MeToo seemed right
To describe her plight

It was much later
That she read about
'Consent', 
She realized that a man
Cannot just force himself on his wife
Or 'girlfriend'
It takes two willing minds
And bodies to participate
In what's certainly more
Than a physical act
If not for the man,
Definitely for the woman.
A woman must speak up
And say NO
Else she will be taken for granted
Her silence taken for assent
And her character assassinated

While society speculated
Was it peer pressure?
To belong to the ‘in’ crowd
Since all her ‘friends’
Had boyfriends at that age?
Or was she stubborn
And didn’t want to admit
That she had made
A monumental mistake
Or did she believe
That rotten as it was
Their ‘relationship’
Would go on that way
Forever and a day…

She became the object of
Lustful eyes, scorn, derision
And labeled a 'bad girl'
One that she most certainly 
Didn't deserve
And at that moment
Everything 'alive' in her 
Was squashed to dust
Her spirit cruelly crushed by the world
In time she rose, 
Like a phoenix, from the ashes
And found her place
Among the very men and women
Who brought her disgrace

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