Every time I hear a scream,

I know someone is hurting;

But what can I do ?

For the scream is only a haunting nightmare

of my own pain and anguish

When I screamed, wailed and cried;

Until my voice became hoarse,

Until my eyes went dry,

Until my blood chilled.

And no one came to my aid.

This was when the gigantic sweaty bodies

Forcefully rubbed against me,

and with their rough skins they hurt

my pure, innocent and virgin body, mind and soul,

With wounds that will never heal;

But what could I do ?

But a time comes when enough is enough,

My body soul and mind lost virginity and purity;

That hurt me so,

but it will never change

I will not stand aside

and watch my daughters and sisters

go through the same nightmare.

I will use my pain, anguish, body, soul, and mind.

To fight them all.