I, A Girl

I, A Girl long poem

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I, girl am expected
to carry this world.
And, also I, a girl am advised
to stay away from this world.

These stubborn men
never respect me,
yet, they are the one
who need me.

I, a girl am the crystal
of this diamond world,
but here, this society
never adored me.

I, a girl am working
to fulfill my dreams,
while others are having
their sound sleep.

Each morning, when the sun rises
and, I am ready to answer my own questions,
some ask me to stay at home,
while, there are some,
who tell me to wear hideous clothes.

Here, people want me
to win medals,
and, also they want me
to be hidden as a damsel.

But, I promise I won’t
take my step back,
I will gather courage
and stand upon my feet.

I swear, I never regret
being a girl,
as I, a girl am the one
to take this world to its heights.

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