Being A Girl, Here..

Being A Girl, Here.. short poem

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here, being a girl is like a prey
here, being a girl is like a parasite
many do’s and dont’s around you always
many must and must not also surround
never ever they will let you think
never ever they will appreciate your thoughts
you will be never asked, what is your dream
no one will hear, even though you scream
they will treat you like Goddess..but
one this is will always feel like a prey
eyes around you will mark you a resource
will be classified in good words through many source
a deal will be made for your exchange but..
you will never be asked, you need a change?
here, a family survives on your sacrifice
yet you will be treated, as one to crucify
you may find some who can see through your mind.
never expect such vision from one of other kind…

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Dark but the bitter truth of modern day society! Thoughtful!


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