What To Proud About!

You commented at her

When she was in her skirts,

For you it was funny but

Inside she's hurt.

You wishtle, sing pervy songs and

Laugh aloud a lot.

She might be quiet, still cry and think,

"I wish I could have fought".

It's her choice that makes her comfortable,

And who are you to tell?

About her pride, she has to hide,

Because the roads are just as the hell.

Just imagine if you can,

If it would have happen with your girl.

Or somewhere your own

Sister would be the victim,

You must feel ashamed while looking at them,

Like the way you can't let anyone look at you daughter.

It's not the problem with her outfits but,

It matters your thinking which is getting shorter.

We talk about modernization,

Scream aloud about the country's growth.

But what's to be proud in a nation

Where the character of a girl

Is decided by her clothes.