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They twist their words 
Like it was a game of scrabble 
And they trick you into believing that your words do not exist in the dictionary

New poem We believe when men say they #love us We believe them when they say they're not joking around They call us delusional for believing And when we don't They call us #crazy They twist their words Like it was a game of scrabble And they trick you into #believing that your words do not exist in the #dictionary Your dictionary gets filled with his words But the meaning changes every time They twist their words Like we don't have ears We have sandpaper instead And their voice rubbing on our ears was just noise And we misinterpreted Our ability to look into things or listen a bit too much is only appreciated When it glories them, when it makes them feel better about themselves They say something and do something else It's like every man has a dual personality And loving him isn't like flipping a coin Or playing with the switch On and off It's like knowing the hands that tuck you to bed can strangle you The knight in shining armour in the day is the same monster in your closet But we are still afraid to lose them Their eyes that validate us We want to convince ourselves we're safe But we know we're as safe as a dollar bill lying on a street And they found us Tucked us in wallets and used it at their convenience If we are precious enough we end up in their lockers And if we are beautiful enough in their shelves And if we're a bit torn we'll end up being buried in their backyards or forgotten in their closets You'd say why compare yourselves with something like a dollar bill Well, because every man thinks he has to earn a woman like he earns a wage And she's easy if she's found lying on the street, she has no value And she's precious if had to break stones for her I was the dollar bill that flew towards a man's feet And he told everybody it meant nothing But I knew what it was like suffocate in his locker Where all precious but broken things slept I wasn't #broken or dead enough for his taste He told his new dollar bill that he was trying to protect me when he said I was nothing So that people wouldn't ask me (oh no him) questions About why did he keep a thing he didn't earn This dollar bill has skin like sandpaper now It sits in a museum It has no place in the economy, in the game This specific dollar bill has a face and a mouth that speaks Being handled so roughly It still talks about the only touch that was consensual That treated it like it was almost human ____ Wrote this one yesterday. This isn't about just one guy. It's about so many. In the end it boils down to a specific experience that hurt me the most and taught me a lot about #consent. #yqbaba

Yes

Disclaimer: Screenshot is real. The following conversation isn't. It's sad that something so ludicrous can also be considered a real conversation, such is our society. |■|Yes.|■| ||No means no has been reiterated a zillion times. She can say her own yes. \What if she means yes?\ Well, then she can say yes. \Can she?\ Yes. \Will she?\ Probably not. \Why not?Because she’s shy?\ No,she’s not. \Because she’s scared.\ You not accepting her decision doesn't add to the fear at all. \I’m helping her accept her desires.\ HER desires? \Well, yes. I love her. She loves me back.\ She doesn't, you moron. \But… she exists and she wore orange and I like orange. Hence proved.\ That doesn’t mean anything. \These are subtle hints.\ These are clothes that civilised people wear. \Oh yeah? Well then how am I supposed to know if she likes me?\ She’ll tell you. She’ll say YES… if she does, which she doesn’t. \But she’s shy.\ No, she’s not. There, she asked that guy out. \Slut.\ But it’s a yes! #consent #women #yqbaba #nomeansno #yes #confidence In photo: real screenshot

Please refer the caption for the full poem. Trigger warning: contains strong references to politics,  religion and caste.

To live your life
The way you like
To speak your mind
To not speak at all
To eat what your tongue craves for
To choose your friends,  lovers, spouses
To return home as late as you see fit
Is a dream come true
But do all dreams come true?
It is said that God grants all our wishes
But does God truly exist?

To live your life The way you like To speak your mind To not speak at all To eat what your tongue craves for To choose your friends, lovers, spouses To return home as late as you see fit Is a dream come true But do all dreams come true? It is said that God grants all our wishes But does God truly exist? To live your life The way you like Is a dream come true But why is it not a reality? Why does family teach us Not to eat non-veg Not to drink alcohol Why doesn't family teach us What is consent And what it means in a relationship? Why are Muslims and Dalits lynched For eating beef But Brahmins and Banias let off After looting the country? To live your life The way you like Is a dream come true Until the day India becomes a democracy In letter as well as spirit Not just empty words Which are full of grandiose thoughts and ideals But fail to translate into action Thus rendering them utterly ineffectual #YQBaba #India #democracy #lynchings #consent