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*UNERASED* The first boy who held my hand, told me boys are not here about to here vagina's bleeding. Younger me could smell the misogyny. Vagina's are only meant to be fucked. Breasts only meant to be sucked. Mouths only meant to blow. It's true, i know. My waist meant to be compared to an hour glass. My voice only meant to quiver." Ugh, please, fast". Yet, i am silenced. For all we boiled down to is sexual interaction. Not just me, my mother, sister, friends, all quicken their pace post 8:30 in the evening. My mom telling me to wear skirts out less often. Nirbhaya and more, left forgotten. We don't wanna be India's another daughters, do we? So i wear my jeans long and wear tops high. Don't show my cleavage or any hint of my thigh. Don't want to be mistaken for wanting it. Cause if i wear less, i am more than just flaunting it. I'm risking it. Risking not my virginity, but my life. My hymen seems to be scared, told to keep it till i