Being A Girl.

Being A Girl. short poem

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what is her fault?
just ”being a girl”.
Took her to the worst,
left nothing to curse.
No sense nor an idea,
why and what is going on her.
Calling out mom,
wished hearts would really connected.
considered her an inferior creation,
she is still a prisoner of her life,
attempting to create a new life.
all she feel is scare,
but,just could not bare.
Dreaming playing in sunshine,
but actually lost her shine.
She cried no one to listen,
she screamed, felt helpless.
she was raped,
that finally took her to grave.
What was her fault ?
just ”BEING A GIRL”.

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