Why?
Silenced cries
Sealed behind doors of blame
Her breasts linger out
Like ripe mangoes
Sending me invitations
Her skirt barely covered her thighs
Made my blood hot
I said, “Yes, that’s
why it was right”
She wanted the piece of my manhood into her
Thrusting thrusting

When is it right to rape a woman
To them it’s merely a
conversation over a beer
Another joke in the men locker room

We fade into crowds
Turning into prey for their amusement
Our beauty turned into skin
Blamed for turning men into animals
Uncontrollable beings tearing
Forceful into vulnerable skin
Thrusting thrusting
Broken Torn Disgusted
Reduced to dirt

When is it right to rape a woman
They echo in unison
Their laughter shatters
the walls like the serpent
When she wants it
I see her eyes say yes!
Though her lips say no
When she is ripe on a full moon
Ready to serve my needs

But she was eight, barely grown
She was firm, her purity mesmerized me
Such a smooth skin holding my manhood tight
Her screams filled me with ecstasy
That’s why it was right

When it is right to rape a woman
Big black fingers prolong from my soul
Their laughter
Breaks my soul
Ridiculed, broken, torn
My body reduced to dirt

When is it right to rape a woman
They echo in unison
Their laughter shattering the walls like a serpent
Dispersed, distressed
We long to find our center again
Demons now possess our streets
Demons that now posses our bodies
We wear our skins like old torn clothes
It’s our fault, they say
We are to blame

We preach our girls
To cover up, sit straight
Not to speak up
Not to shame themselves
We craft them to shun away
Why should they keep watch?
Like small targeted dears
We step on their esteem
To raise the man’s ego

Why?
Why not capture the perpetrator
Why not teach our boys
To cover up seat straight
And craft them to know
It’s never right to rape a woman

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Link to the Italian translation