With all this talk
day in and night out
of god-like children
getting torn to shreds
in their formative years.
With all this hullabaloo
in the media and on walls of public urinals
those scavengers carefully
wash their hands off
the puke and virgin blood.
With all the screams
on the streets of slogans
against such monstrosity
those hyenas laugh in the noise
blocking the babbles we would never decipher.
With all this technology
we play with and that is playing with us
blurring any lines that used to separate
with a new app born at the rate of a girl child
they penetrate slow but deep.
Do I need a piece of human made technology
to tell me that I have been penetrated into
without my will?
Do I need to stop wearing my scarf
to show that I too am beaten blue
in places I would rather hide?
Do I need to increase the length of my clothes
and walk less promiscuously
away from spaces that make me at fault?
Do I need to hide indoors and hide my self
and give in to the monsters at home
because I am dissed for everything I am unable to do?
Do I need to silence my howls at night
because this man called a ‘husband’ thinks
I have no consent the moment I am marred by this symbolic red powder ?
Do I need to change who I am
and who I want to be
only to protect
Do I need to tell them
my vagina is not me?
~ Rachana Iyer
Rachana has completed her Masters in Social work from TISS, Mumbai. She has worked in urban and rural projects specifically in sectors of disability inclusive development, (YWCA, Disha Kendra, TISS field action projects), use of ICT in agriculture @ Digital Green. She has also run a project in the UAE called Ana Able (translating from arabic into I am Able) where she took sensitization workshops with universities and corporates on the need for inclusive environments and importance of diverse work places).