I still remember those days
Crying and crying of having those unwanted touches,
I still remember of being scared to getting closer to any one,
Not knowing what had happened, my soul drenched in tears(locked up in a room),
I still remember how the world around me was shook and soaked into the darkness.
I was pissed off.
Exhausted of all those sleepless(fearful) nights and hopes for living.
I was shattered,shaken, broken.
Yes growing older made be bolder.
I dream of saving those little pure and intoxicated souls from being molested.
Yes,i have being dreaming to defend every women in pain.
Yes,I dreamt of a country without sexual assaults on women.
I am still dreaming of such revolutions to happen,
A place where women have a go to achieve whatever they wanted.
A place where mom's aren't anymore afraid of the welfare of their baby girls.
I am tired of dreaming,
I am tired of watching such agonising situations.
I am burned with the blues in my heart.
Should I dare to dream again ? or should I get rid of my appalling dreams ?