This poem is written for all the survivors of sexual assault and any kind of gender-based violence. And, against all the perpetrators!
That’s how it started
And, was supposed to end.
Deep in the corners of my heart
Your thumbprints all over my skin
Was supposed to be the “secret”.
You made me the in-charge
Of keeping your deeds over my body a “secret”
Your “secret”. You made it my “secret”
Made me believe that
it would shame me – not you
it would shame my family – not you
it would make me lose everything – not you
On believing that~ I will keep an eternal silence amazes me.
But, I stand up to break the silence
I always knew it~ It wasn’t my fault
I always knew it~ It wasn’t supposed to be a secret
And, my voice ~ will make you lose everything not me
I stand to display your thumbprints to everyone
One by one,
Everyone will know it
Once~ it is secret no more
it is your shame- not mine!