Girl's Life Span

The life span of girls, how they are treated and how they are exploited.

My birth is not a sin,
It’s the work of wrong gene.
I was killed before birth,
To not let curse the Earth.

I was not sent to School,
because it was boys rule.
I grew up old,
Playing with the household chore.

I protested to child marriage,
They beat me till their rage.
I was married to a lad,
Old enough to be my dad.

I was thought to be a burden,
Sold to the hands of an urban.
He forced me to prostitution,
To earn for that institution.

I was raped at 15,
It was in air, but unseen.
I appeared in court for justice,
They threw me in a pile of mystic.

I used few words of slang,
It was improper, like the word bang.
If they do it, it is manhood.
If I do it, I am a s**t should.

For me, marriage and dowry were mil,
My parents paid it with their will.
I was tortured in my in-laws.
Died mercilessly in their claws.

I served my children like king and Queens,
In the end, they handed me to the dean.
I prayed, they would come, like a whiner,
Died with the belief, death came earlier.