Something you may not like to read...

Maybe, if I was a tribal girl

who never went to school

or dreamt of having a job,

you wouldn't know I was groped

by the boy I grew up playing with.

Maybe if all I did all day was

taking care of my siblings

or the cattle, or helped my mother

in the kitchen,

you wouldn't get to know that

I was raped turn by turn by 5 men twice my size

till I died; or that I killed myself 

because there is no place for a raped girl in my village.

Maybe if my religion did not create

a flutter in your patriotic hearts,

you wouldn't know how painful

it was for me to endure the

violation of my consent.

You need to know my name,

my education, my aspirations,

my religion and my profession.

You need to know if I am in a relationship

or if I am from a middle class family.

What's important is that I,

just like you, am a girl

who was treated like a human being

by my family and given access

to every opportunity parents can

give their children.

What's even more important is that I,

just like you, dared to walk out of

the house to break the glass ceiling,

to earn, to dream, to achieve.

It is important to be put to my place

in the society publicly,

so that you, yes you,

are scared to go out alone at night,

and do not cross the boundaries.

You need to understand that

My religion is important.

My education is important.

My freedom is important.

The intensity of the violence

that will be inflicted on me,

will only then be shared in graphic detail

and the stories that will come to light

will tell you this is what happens to

little girls and women who dared to

breathe in this world.

Otherwise I am just another name,

just another body, violated

just another case, that

you won't even hear about, ever.