Bois Locker Room

Bois Locker Room

When I read that chat on Instagram,
I felt it again that girls are ham.
Boys will always stay superior,
Girls are meant for Posteroanterior.
It reminded me of an instance,
Dated 15 years back.
When I got a card on my school bench,
Much to my memory playback.
The card looked harmless at first sight,
To view inside seems alright.
But soon I sensed the malignity,
A stranger's words stripped my dignity.
When he admired my eyes,
Acutely judged my size.
The vulgarity was at its height,
When he fondly praised my thighs.
I wondered how a schoolboy was so terrible,
His discussions with other boys were unimaginable.
A world where a woman is slammed,
whom should I had taken this spam?
A world where women should support one another,
I was called names and my esteem was smothered.
I still wonder if someone should have come forward,
Comforted me with words and given me power.
I was fifteen, nothing but ashamed,
I was terrified, cried and took the blame.
The time has elapsed and times have changed,
I am brave and confident but drained,
Cause I'll never reach there unless the society rearrange.

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