I want to tell you how badly it hurts,

being in a society of perverts.

Where you are judged,

by the length of your skirts

I want to tell you how it feels,

being a girl child.

Who doesn't have any idea,

Of the last time she smiled.

I want to tell you,

how it feels being raped.

Of how a certain moment,

makes a girl's life ravaged.

I wish to tell you,

how it feels being thrown,

into prostitution in your teenage.

When men compel you to do things

until their hunger is assuaged.

I want you to hear,

the screams of a woman quite.

Who's tortured & abused,

and raped by her husband every night.

I wanted to show you,

how insecure a girl feels

walking In the midnight.

I wish you knew her parent's anxiety,

until she reaches home all right.

I wanted to tell you ,

but I'm already dead.

My parents didn't want a daughter.

So they killed me instead.

K.C. Waghela

(@_poemholic)