Being A Girl

Scared and in her own

Walking on the side

Walking with head down

Just walking on the road

Too shy to look up

Too nervous to share a glimpse

This is how she was brought up

To be proper and be prim

To look down

And not have a voice

To just walk on the road

Shown by others

Just walk in unknown of known

She always feared

Not someone else

But herself

Coz she was aware

Aware of her rising desires

Aware of her persistent thirst

Of knowledge

Of questions

Of reasons

Of whys?

Why was she treated like that?

She was born a girl,

So what?

Being a girl,

Was it that bad?

 

She knew it was only a matter of time

Her voice will find its way out

Her life will change forever

She may not be able to survive the tyranny

If she did

She may not be able to survive the irony

Of being finally free

So she was scared

For the future

Black or white

Dark or Bright,

Will come only

After a huge battle

A lone war

That she may not survive

(C) Juztamom

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