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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