Bleeding Truth Within a Crying Soul

Yes, it is a blood strain,

And yes, it is a girl born,

I am crying a wonderful world,

When all others smiling

To give respect, to cover self

To shrink, to withdraw herself

Life has a lot to borrow

More than yesterday lesser than tomorrow

No one understands

The pain, the blood, we shed

Month, every month

Those days all count to end.

Dresses of ours are the culprit?

Ask self-insight, where is Esprit?

Dresses, what kind of dresses

When infants getting raped

It took four of you to take me down,

You sprayed something on me and around,

Deep sleep, or am I alive?

Tried to open eyes, to survive

The moment I got conscious

All I felt pain and extreme acrimonious

Blood is what all I see

Blood is what I felt.

That moment I released

The newspaper will get a new name,

And the news remains the same,

Social media, a new hashtag for no fame

I tried to withstand and understand

With all the courage to stand

Tried to find a path out

No human to hear if I shout.

Someone among, seen me

He kicked me and called others

They all started to hit me

An iron rod is what I could see.

Life, my life is what I requested,

Life, even if you all used me,

Words will shiver, the pain,

They freed me from all the gain.

I have a beautiful mother waiting

A responsible father waiting

My family and my friends, waiting

They let me die, suffocating.

The world will understand one day

When no one alive to stay

The world will come down that day,

Begging to give birth, to start away

Demons still exist around

Eyes wide open in town

Life has a lot to pay now,

More than yesterday lesser than tomorrow

I'm smiling upon this cruel world

When all others crying

Yes, it was a girl born

And yes, will always exist a blood strain.