This poem is written in the context of the rising violence against women

Being a women

In a mans world

Touches and stares

Follow everywhere

Single alone means

Ripe for picking

Poor and helpless

A disaster in waiting

Her no will be taken

Always as a Yes

If she resists

She’ll be viciously hurt

Her complains will fall

On deaf male ears

Women for men are

No human beings

Not even worth

Taking note of

Its a game for men

To break her down

Or throttle the throat

And stifle her voice

Or even go ahead

And kill them off

To free them from

Their pathetic life

A generosity women

May never understand