The Pain

Entered her teen she realized, 

With responsibilities now she has to grow, 

Neither told nor acknowledged, 

Bout the pain, she's going to flow

Thirteen she reaches, hits the pain, 

The pain unfold, but goes in vain, 

She sobs a lot it ne'er change, 

Yet by seven-teen, handles the chain.

She's told, she's a girl with a girl meant for things to bear,

By words, works, habit and myth, not to brag but men's to fear.

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Either be the pain of the pain,

Or the pain of learning the men, 

She's used for needs and green, 

Yet, she's told she's nothing.

It’s a girl, she’s a burden,

Betroth her soon, she can’t be nourished,

Not by us, nor by her in-laws hand,

But by death, or whatever fate has planned.

She's your daughter, not a shame 

To leave her to monsters, There's no Fame,

Don't cut her wings, she wants to fly 

Not only to the roof, but far to the sky!