When she came to me the other day
Complaining that someone touched her in the neighborhood
I asked her to ignore it
I am her mother
I am the rapist

I am a rapist
I saw the boys eveteasing her in the street
My blood boiled
I came home and told my father
She is staying home from tomorrow
I am her brother
I am the rapist

I am a rapist
I saw how upset she was when the motorcyclist pulled her shirt
I told her that’s what will happen if she dresses up like this
I am her father
I am the rapist

I am a rapist
She told me her class fellow wrote her a vulgar note
I told her to throw it in a bin
For that’s what good girls too
I am her teacher
I am a rapist

I am a rapist
I saw him coming home and telling his brother that he taught the girl a lesson
I heard and I stayed silent
For that’s what boys do
I am his father
I am a rapist

I am a rapist
When he pulled her dupatta she fell off and cried
I saw and I didn’t stop him
I am his friend
I am a rapist

I saw it all
I stayed silent
I turned my head
I closed my eyes
I am the society
I am the rapist
We all are.

Zunaira Saqib
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