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How we bind our girls as soon as they become 'old enough'...it's time to set our girls free from all those outdated customs.
How we bind our girls as soon as they become ‘old enough’…it’s time to set our girls free from all those outdated customs.
Twinkle Twinkle little star Now your childhood is at bar You are 13 and so young No, don’t you jump
No, don’t you sit like this Be poised, behave delicately You are a girl with puberty on Be sensitive, your Childhood is gone
Hey, don’t talk of it so loud Keep the subject secret bound Neither do this, nor that Hey, don’t fumble Just mind it.
Go through the list and mind it. Don’t you dare to touch this Don’t you prefer to wear that. Don’t play sport Save the hymen for more.
Don’t you choose Learn to amuse Accept the curse Grow more adverse
I know you’re baffled on the foreground To dig the taboo on the ground I went through the same And still I’m a sane victim
A goddess is pure and divine But a lady with blood is intangible Before puberty they touch your feet Will make you sit on a throne seat
You are an epitome of their favourite goddess Who enjoys the divine power But suddenly all divinity gets lost Now your blood makes you impure You are no more an epitome Instead, a bitter dose
Ah! What Sadists they are Ah! What fools we are They said, we believed They tyrannize us We squeeze
We allow them To curse the generic ground It’s because of this blood They are born It’s because of this blood They’ll have genetic clones
I’m sorry my girl To force you with norms You are free To give this malpractice a blow
Uproot this taboo Punch the hypocrites tight Go spread your wings and fly There is no age bar Yes you are 13 Still a twinkling star So Twinkle Twinkle my little star!
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