RAPE FACE

Yes I wear tight jeans
Yes I wear a sleeveless top
And yes it might be a crop
But so what?

For every stalker I have
For every eye that seems to be fixed
My mind seems to be playing tricks

Don't get me wrong, I know nice men
But the ones who linger
Seem to make more of an impression
Than the ones who don't

For those instances that I can single out
The ones where I felt the need to shout
It's because of you, the men of India are shamed
They're looked with suspicion, wrongly named

The word rape
Like an illusion, on every mans face
Be it a smile, a frown or a tear
You bring in us fear
We always presume the worst

But hear our screams of protest too
Know that we wear skirts and heels
And crop tops and sleeveless shirts
Not to treat the eyes of the flirts
But because we love ourselves
And our bodies.

We will no longer be shamed
The right will no longer wrongly named
And the stares? They won't stop this girl
Watch as I conquer the world.

THE SMOKERS

The smoke is in your lungs
Almost like you're choking
And when your children ask
You swear you've stopped smoking

It's almost like you've found no will to live
But the people who care ask you to stop
You make the effort
But it's a habit you can't drop

And you do it in secret
Thinking it make things better,
I wonder how many times
You've read each of those letters

S M O K I N G  K I L L S

Smoking kills
Yet it's just one of your stupid thrills
There's tar in your lungs, more with every breath
It's almost like you can predict your early death
But it doesn't matter that others will mourn
You do it anyways, craving the burn

If anything, compare yourself to that cigarette
Small, short lasting, meant to please
One whose flame burns out with such ease

Maybe it's a life you long to live
But trust me you've got so much more to give
Don't burn out so easy, your flame's meant to last long
You're strong enough to give up the wrong.