Being a girl feels blessed
Just as it feels suppressed
For every time you are judged
the way you dress
You absorb violence
By being tolerant
You face guilt, for
What's not even your own built
Your hands do not show your
strength
Nor your legs do
It's just the reflection where your
minds grew
Even if you are forced to stay in
Does not hinders your ability to win
So, next time any one calls you weak
Remember it's just another freak.
-Midnight poet
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PoetryShe is art in a beautiful museum we recognise to be this world. Although she was beautiful, sophisticated and captivating, not every one cared to appreciate that. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓸𝓴𝓪𝔂
