nephari's Blog

"Why get so worked up?"
You all ask. "It's India, not here."

You're part of the problem.
You think the same way.
That it's their fault if they didn't do

Everything on a Long List:

Don't dress like a slut
Don't act like a slut,
Don't be a slut
Don't drink
Don't walk alone
Don't go out or come home when it's dark
Don't walk down the wrong street.
Didn't take self defense classes.
Didn't scream
Didn't resist
Didn't have pepper spray or variants of it
Didn't have a weapon/improvised weapon
Don't board the wrong taxi.
Don't board the wrong bus.

I'm sure you can think of more precautions.

And yet you say:
Don't be paranoid
And yet you tell me
Don't get so worked up.

You think a drunk woman who got mass-groped at a bar should have expected people not to respect her distress because she was inviting it.

If anything happened to me
Are you going to ask me "What did you do to invite it?"
Are you going to say I "asked for it"
Will you say "What did you not do?

If I were overpowered, will you say that if I trained hard enough that it wouldn't have happened?
 
And yet you tell me
Don't get so worked up.

Breathe...

In through the nose,
Out through the mouth
As my feet hit the asphalt.

Feel the burning in my legs
Gasping for air,
Sweat seeps through my cotton shirt.

The warm weariness after,
I know the soreness will hit tomorrow
But oh!

I like the rush after.