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Girl

She's an innocent little girl

Unknown about the people in this world

Who think it's a curse that she is born.

It's nothing to do with her but with her gender.

She has to suffer because she's her.

 

She grows up while listening to those painful words

By the voices of herds.

Those words which struck her like a bullet inside her heart

Now it's broken so much, it can't be mended even if we try hard.

 

This is not what she wants

But she's dumbfound like a mime,

Stuck inside, bounded by walls

Walking inside the empty halls.

 

She screams but no one hears

She wails but no one cares.

There's no one here who feels her pain anymore

As people ignore.

It's a curse that she is born even if she did nothing bad at all.

 

She has nothing else to do

But to dream about another universe,

Where people are one,

Where there's no boy or girl

That's what she thinks is a world.

 

But that's not true,

It's sad to say:

She is a curse in every way.

 

Why would they hurt such beauty and charm

When they do so,

She is so calm.

 

She has wings

Which are broken now

And it stings

If she tries to fly.

But still try,

You are not alone.

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Written by
its-crimson
Published
Dec 26, 2014
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#hatred#society#suffer#girlchild
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