You who eyes my chest as I sweat it out in the gym.
Lest you forget, I can see your torn underwear when you try to touch your dirty toes.
I am talking to you, you pervert.
You who stares at my legs when i wear that nice dress.
Lest you forget, I can see your knees too when you wear shorts on casual saturdays.
I am talking to you, you pervert.
You who sizes up my backside as I walk along the road.
Lest you forget, I can see your ugly butt cleavage when you get off the car.
I am talking to you, you pervert.
You who licks his lips when I take my grocery delivery.
Lest you forget, I can see the paan stained teeth that you so try to conceal.
I am talking to you, you pervert.
You who has a chest, a butt, two legs and a face . Just Like I Do.
The only difference is yours is covered in hair and Mine.....Not covered in Fear.
Atleast not anymore!
I am talking to you, you pervert.
And I am willing to talk you out of it.
I am willing to help, I am willing to educate, I am willing to counsel.
I am talking to you, you pervert.
Because I want no perverts anymore.
