Her fault

Sita, Draudapi
You or me
It’s always 
Her fault
HER fault

Why is her
Dress so short
Why does she laugh
Loudly
Why laugh at all?
Why does she walk?
With head held high?
It’s always 
Her fault!

Take this pan
Take this ladle
And this broom
Never think
Beyond these
She doesn’t 
Need to
She shouldn’t 

Be inside 
The house
Always
Shut all
Windows 
Suffocation
Stops 
After awhile 

Sita was
Imprisonsed
By a demon
Surrounded by demons
She is
Inside her
Own home
Still surrounded by
Them

But its her
Fault
Always


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