Be a voice

I know it’s not easy, but trust me, when you refuse to be a victim, they are forced to step down. And remember IT IS NOT NORMAL, it’s NOT a part of growing up.

Let your voice be a voice.

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She wanted to be thunder
as never liked things to be slow.
Went to the counter in hurry for ticket
Was excited as she got a window.

For a 15 years old, seeing a bus
for the very first time was a big deal.
Of course she was afraid
but ready to fly on wheel.

After some time she woke up to
a weird sensation on her neck,
They boy next to him, asleep thought,
was touching the small of her back.

She ignored at once because was not aware,
But boy’s face was so close to her hair.
He touched her thigh and there was a visible cry on her face,
She was in dire need of some breathing space.

She thought,
“What am I supposed to do about something I can’t understand,
But I know if he is going to ask me, I definitely want to break his hand.
Mumma once told me to go with my gut,
My heart is hurting, damn it, my mouth can’t play shut. “

At once she stood up and started shouting on his face,
Such clear words, from a mouth full of grace.
She slapped him and made him to leave the bus,
And in that bus, her voice left some really powerful cuts.

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53 thoughts on “Be a voice

  1. This is so so so so good. The way you have woven this poem with your words, that’s so fabulous. This society sorry this world needs a hard blow. You are an inspiration for everyone. I request every reader reading this poem that please be a voice! Because your voice can bring the change.

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  2. Great story poem. It is something we all can learn from. I have had people walk all over me in my life. I am a very forgiving person. Sometimes it is best to not forgive. Just a side note. I am a United States Marine and I was on a Greyhound Bus out of Oceanside going to San Diego and there was a guy sitting in the seat next to me and he got a bit touchy, like what happened in your poem, until I curled up a fist and put it where he could see it (he was pretending to be asleep) and he suddenly sat back and yawned. He never once tried that again for the rest of the ride and I never saw him again.

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  3. This is incredible writing!!
    its amazing!
    such powerful words !!
    oh truly a pen is so much mightier than a sword!!
    you go girl! such a courageous voice…BRAVO BRAVO!!

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