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A Girl Child.

I am a girl child,
They say,
I know for sure,
For the prices I pay.

To be born and raised,
And beautifully embraced,
Given a lot of importance by people,
But never truly treated like an equal.

It's not that I dislike the other gender,
But I wish the eyes of society were tender,
It's not like I don't understand the differences,
I just wish that society had better references.

So many things we are told,
As if everything has a price,
Till we are at our parents' home,
It's a beautiful rise.

But once married,
And sent off,
The payday starts,
And you can't vent off.

As if it was a collective decision,
By males and females both,
What looks surprising to me is,
Why can't females at least support ?

Accepted that it's been the trend,
And it's old I do understand,
But why can't we question with logic,
When the roots are so thick ?

Or am I mistaken about the fragile lies,
That society tells us and then defies,
To cover up everything that's broken,
And makes us pay through tokens.

Why ?

Why do we leave pieces of our souls,
In places that we know won't be,
Helping us to be whole?

Why do we desire,
All that we admire,
Why not leave them where they are,
And go happily far ?

Why is there this fear,
That we might lose on people,
Year after year,
If we didn't reciprocate the struggle?

Why do we build walls,
And then wait for long,
For someone very tall,
To conquer us and belong ?

Confused we all do stand,
Against time and tide,
When we finally find,
What we were looking for,
And suddenly get defied.

Are You Aware ?

Are you aware,
 of the despair,
That you feel,
While trying to heal ?

Have you ever fallen in a ditch,
Because of a glitch,
And thought to yourself,
It couldn't be myself ?

Did it sound new,
When everything was alright,
And you were young and bright,
To suddenly have no clue ?

Did it scare,
To stare,
In the face of struggle,
And not muggle ?

These questions that I have raised,
Have long been erased,
From what we call memory,
To save us temporarily.

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