Trigger warning : This poem was written after and is a reference to the famous Delhi, India rape case

She fought, she scratched, her screams unheard
 Nails clawing flesh
 pain from pleasure
 They kept on with their greed
 Testing fiercely, Shattering humanity
 The roadside beckoned her last breathes
 The cold darkness above, the hot asphalt below
 Willing her to let go

Stares passed on, uncaring
 Till a shoulder came forward for her to lean on
 Despair seeped through her broken being
 Days later a slightly healing finger pointed
 At those who stole her all
 The infamous shrugged and scoffed
 At the broken system through which they would break out
 A wave of romantics came forward
 Up in arms for her dignity
 Calling for castration or end of life

Then came the hypocrites — leaders, priests, men of position
Chirping loudly of chilli; morality; skirt lengths & disastrous western influence
 Ridiculous rants calling for defense so utterly useless
 Futile apologies after the harm done
 Candles and tears burnt out quickly

Through it all her soul transitioned
 From the desire for vengeance
 To the prayers that the pointing fingers would halt.
That the blame would be dusted off her shoulders.

 Those who loved her held he close
 Trying to hold onto the light within
 Knowing full well it wouldn’t fade away

No voice, no tear, no cry would dim
 The spirit she once was; always would be
 here or hereafter
 And all the while she fought
 For life, scratching back to the surface
 Only to see the intruders made famous
 setting the chain of violence in vicious circle

Finally, she let go to serenity
 Now only desiring an end to it all
 To become a fond, albeit saddening memory
 To be vaguely recalling in scary stories

All those voices died down
 All those arms disappeared with their candles
 The broken system reigned on
 And she became a faded memory
 Another statistic to be counted again and again.

Empowering stories with positive, cultural perspectives. Aditi Wardhan Singh is no stranger to the struggle one feels in trying to figure out where you are and where you are from. For the longest time she thought she was the “Girl from nowhere.” She is not the girl from nowhere. Because we belong everywhere. Visit Aditi at RaisingWorldChildren.com.
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Empowering stories with positive, cultural perspectives. Aditi Wardhan Singh is no stranger to the struggle one feels in trying to figure out where you are and where you are from. For the longest time she thought she was the “Girl from nowhere.” She is not the girl from nowhere. Because we belong everywhere. Visit Aditi at RaisingWorldChildren.com.

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