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DUE RESPECT... is about woman and her basic right, which few me n& women deny to acknowledge. A conversational poem between, him & her

Sad she is abused; sad she is raped,
Sad she is wanted; she is gang-raped.

A mother, a sister, or a daughter,
Taken for granted, her self-esteem slaughtered.

What can she do, where will she go,
Helpless and shameful she will have to let go.

Deep is the pain, deeper is the agony,
Breaking news is flashed, what a tragedy.

She is just being her, problem is your mindset,
Change your thoughts, her world will reset.

She needs no support, she needs no empowerment,
With respect, you treat her, at least make an ATTEMPT.


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