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ENOUGH!!!



Enough! Of taking from us forcefully
Enough! Of trying to silence us
Enough! Of trying to make us the victims
Enough of turning the tables when we cry out.

When we walk the streets at night
We have to look over our shoulder
When we are in our hotel rooms
We have to be wary of intruders
When we voice out
We are silenced forcefully.

Enough of raping us women!
Enough of sexist comments!
Enough of lecherous lecturers!
Enough of wolves in sheep clothing!
Enough of shaming the victim.

We are tired of being intimidated to silence
We are tired of feeling unsafe where we should be safe
We are tired of second guessing ourselves
We are tired of being misunderstood
We are tired of a system that enables you
We are tired of being RAPED!!!

My thoughts are all over the place and I know I had to express myself in the best way I know how to. My heart is heavy and the pain of what we go through cannot be ignored any longer.
I sincerely hope our voices will continue to rise for the right things and we will continue to stand for each other.
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