You said, that filthy touch of your predator
made you blackout for a while.
I could relate to you.
I had believed,
being a fighter, you would act differently.
I had assumed,
being a woman warrior, you would battle him fiercely.
I never knew predators’ approaches had similar impacts on victims
You reminded me of my own paralysed position
I was once in your shoes
I thought my predator snatched away my purity
With his unwanted touch and forced intimacies.
For a while, I became vapour
Only after, I regained my consciousness
I realised I was right there,
unadulterated and unshaken,
Like a flame.
My purity was spotless.
At that moment, I understood
For generations, we were taught wrongly
that we lose our value when penetrated.
We lose our dignity when our body is violated
But, now I know
I am the value, not my body nor my affluence
For the first time,
I felt unburdened from my body.
The same day,
I owned my body.
That is when I declared that predators have no right to glare without my consent
Even if I wear invisible tattoos of suppression and oppression
I chose to disown them
And decide not to be a statue when attacked.
Then only I felt my claws and mighty limbs along with my curves
And a voice that could tremble the world
Like Kali, I felt, I could perform an annihilation dance
to make their lives seem merely a chance.
Now, when those predators mock
I snarl at them and make them choke.
When violated,
I gnaw them like my prey
and slay them like I say.
Beware, no more intimidation!
No more botheration!