A girl’s words

I want to tell you how badly it hurts.

Being in a society of perverts.

Where you are judged,

By the length of your skirts.

I want to tell you how it feels,

Being a girl child.

Who doesn’t have any idea,

Of the last time she smiled.

I want to tell you,

How it feels being raped.

Of how a certain moment,

Makes a girl’s life ravaged.

I wish to tell you,

How it feels being thrown into prostitution as a teenager.

When men compel you to do things,

Until their hunger is assuaged.

I want you to hear the screams of a woman,

Who’s tortured and abused.

And raped by her husband every night.

I wanted to show you,

How insecure a girl feels,

Walking in the midnight.

I wished you knew her parent’s anxiety,

Until she reaches home all right.

I wanted to tell you,

But I’m already dead.

My parents didn’t want a daughter,

So they killed me instead.

By K.C. Waghela

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