I was a young girl, just 15 years old,
This incident turned me shy and cold.
He came and groped my breasts,
I stood there stunned, hiding my chest.
He ran, turned, looked at me grinning,
I felt like a mess, my head is spinning.
I went home and informed about this,
I was told to keep quiet and dismiss.
I kept blaming myself, my heartache,
Being a girl, was it my mistake?
I kept silent for many days,
The incident poked me like nightmares.
One day I looked up and thought, enough,
This is not fair, I am fed up.
I am the gender that nurtures,
and not just light kitchen burners.
The following day I enrolled in the karate class,
and promised me, no one can dare touch me and pass.
Pen It Rather Key It 
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