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I was born,
The world only mourned
And all I thought was, I am falling.
It’s school time now,
My brother is allowed to grow
As I grow up a girl,
I am not allowed to unfurl
When my bleeding periods started,
No help or knowledge was imparted
No school, no college I can go to
I am taught just how to prepare dough
As a grown up girl, I am forced to marry
Traditions, norms, rules and babies is all I carry
Work on the field, work in the home
Sitting beside the window, my hair I comb
I die in pain, still nobody cares
I am lonely amongst all these game-players
I am beaten black and blue, day and night
Through silence as I am asked to handle these fights
As I sleep beside a broken future
Hopes and faith aside,
Through the chaos I try to smile, to nurture
I am falling, I am crawling
This world decides my fate: wrong and right
Am I the hero or the victim who loses, struggling to fight?
The cycle continues I wonder as I die
The do’s and don’t’s are scripted before hand
Who will change the trajectory?
The story of this only Mens-land…
Pic credit: Rafa Puerta (Used under a Creative Commons license)
A Development Communication & Social Work professional working in the field of gender, health and technology
For women development we must engage ladies and girls in entrepreneurial activities. If the economic status of a woman is high no one will dare to touch her and that is why I am advocating a fact to opt entrepreneurship.
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