​The bus was crowded that day.

All seats were full, she Stood.

She never Complained, standing was no big deal.

A few stops later, a man came and stood behind her.

Inhaling the scent of her hair, a pervert.

Blowing hot air on her neck, smiling wickedly.

That was when she complained.

But who listened? None.

Another day, she sat, not on the window seat.
The bus was crowded again.

A boy stood near her seat, gave her his bag.

She never complained, holding a bag does no harm.

A few minutes later she caught him eyeing her.

Winking, trying to stand as close to her as possible.

That was when she complained.

But who listened? None.

There was one free seat, that day.

A seat at the back, next to an old man.

She was tired, and nauseous, she did not complain.

The man moved to his right, indicating her to sit.

She smiled at him and sat down gratefully.

A few seconds later, she saw him touching himself,

with an evil glint in his eye.

That was when she complained.

But who listened? None.
She stood holding 2 bags,

no place to sit, nowhere to keep the bags.

She did not complain, it was her fault she was late.

Few mins later was when she saw the sensor of the phone,

of a man standing next to her, blinking.

A video of her, not her face, was being recorded.

That was when she complained.

But who listened? None.
She helped herself, every time.

Every time a pervert got to her.
She slapped the man who blew air on her neck,

Threw the bag on the face of the boy who winked at her.

She got up and took a picture of the old man touching himself,

Grabbed the phone that was taking the video and flung it in the air.
She knows what to do,

She knows how to take care of herself.

But she does know, every reaction of hers

will have an unpleasant consequence.

That is when she needs you to be there for her.

Does not make her weak.

She needs you when the beasts plan their sweet revenge.

you meaning, a man or a woman.

Either of you.

She needs to know she is not alone.