A CURSE IT WAS

A CURSE IT WAS ~ayesha

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With a broken heart ,

No eyes, no ears

No voice to speak

But full of fear

I ask this world

Why only boy and no girl

If we are born, are situations worse?

Why when born, are we understood as a curse,

When sons are there, they are meant to be smart

But don't you think of our heavy heart

No one cares for the tears we shed

In fear, we never raised our head

People thought of us as illiterate

It was a stereotype people did create

The past was past, now it will vary

No problems will we carry

We'll go against our exploitation

We'll do this without any hesitation

We'll protest for our fundamental rights

We'll make them understand, we'll fight

Why do they need to be so rude

Cause our work is still devalued

We want to achieve equality

As we've proven of good qualities

We carry the pride of our society

We're not afraid, we're mighty!

Ayesha

VIII - C

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