In a small village of India she was born
The sun shined brightly that morn
From her mothers womb
She came into this world with hope to bloom
Maybe it was luck that she was allowed to live
But she didn't know of how many girls in the same village were killed
As she grew up a bit
Inside her a spark of betray and hurt lit
She stood there near the door with tiny pigtails
As she saw her brothers off to school trail
She realized her brothers were treated like golden doves
and wondered why is she deprived of love
A question kept haunting her now and then
As to why were her brothers given books
and she was forced to sit at home and cook
As she grew so did her dose of beatings
Badly she was treated
She began to understand things now
She wanted to get free somehow
She found out why she was pulled by her curls
And wondered is it a sin to be a girl?
But before she could process where life had led
She was forced to wed
She had some hope now of good days to come
However her problems were lump some
There were sleepless nights
Endless ugly fights
Her husband began to come home drunk
In sorrows she had sunk
She cried and looked up to god
While she was being beaten by an iron rod
She asked him why was she hated
And why wasn't she helped when she was violated
Life had taken a twirl
It was a curse to be a girl
She decided this was her last
Her miseries were going to end fast
She cut her wrist it began to bleed
She thought of times she was a kid
And farewell to the world she bid
She wasn't a fool
This isn't cool
She was deprived of love and school
She wasn't anyone's use and throw tool
When the morning was born
It was too late she had gone
Her life had way too many dents
Unheard were the times she sobbed and screamt
Maybe these are all our blunders
That bought an innocent soul six feet under
If the way she was treated was a little mild
We could have saved a girl child
Is it such a big sin to have plaits and curls
and being born a girl ?
Shania Aldons
