Scared and in her own
Walking on the side
Walking with head down
Just walking on the road
Too shy to look up
Too nervous to share a glimpse
This is how she was brought up
To be proper and be prim
To look down
And not have a voice
To just walk on the road
Shown by others
Just walk in unknown of known
She always feared
Not someone else
But herself
Coz she was aware
Aware of her rising desires
Aware of her persistent thirst
Of knowledge
Of questions
Of reasons
Of whys?
Why was she treated like that?
She was born a girl,
So what?
Being a girl,
Was it that bad?
She knew it was only a matter of time
Her voice will find its way out
Her life will change forever
She may not be able to survive the tyranny
If she did
She may not be able to survive the irony
Of being finally free
So she was scared
For the future
Black or white
Dark or Bright,
Will come only
After a huge battle
A lone war
That she may not survive
(C) Juztamom
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