Yesterday when I put on that short dress, you warned me that the world is not a safe place and asked me not to wear it. We had a long argument, I cried, maybe you did as well.
But you don't know why I cried mommy.
I cried because the world didn't warn you like you warned me today. I cried because when you made me wear that cute little yellow dress, you didn't know that world wasn't a safe place for little girls like me too. I cried because you were the one who sent me with that person you made me call Bhaiya. I cried because you trusted so easily. I cried because that touch was not brotherly mumma. How do I tell this to you? How do I tell you that everytime someone comments on what I should wear or what I should do to stay safe in this world it reminds me of that time when I was probably in the most safest place, in your arms, doing nothing wrong when someone took me away with a smile and killed my innocent soul slowly. I still die a million times everyday mumma. I am still dying. How do I tell you this? Yes I cried a lot that night. Maybe you did too. Maybe you would've more if you knew the truth. I would've have told you this but I don't want to drag another soul to darkness. I don't want you to feel you couldn't protect me. So, I cry and you will never understand why.
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