Men tell me not to be afraid of them But they stare at me when I'm at the store To buy dahi, my face cold and eyes red In anger and fear, always puzzled about how they'll react If I stare back at them; Men tell me not to be afraid of them As they make my experience of violence in a consensual encounter A cold hearted rational debate About objectivity and false rape cases They celebrate their win as I weep at home; Men tell me not to be afraid of them But I look left and right in dark alleys and walk with hastened steps My worst nightmare is three guys on a bike Even two, and when I go out I want to be ugly But men tell me to be beautiful And they tell me not to be afraid of them.
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