Short clothes
Late nights
Booze and smoke
All alone
What temerity
You ask for it
Then say NO
How do I understand
Been the boss
Never heard no
Old or little
Woman or girl
Old or young
Women are chattel
Sold and bought
Milked dry
Happy or wry
It doesn’t matter
You have no voice
Rape is your destiny
Home or jungle
Stranger or known
A woman is to be had
Why such hue and cry
What temerity!
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