“A Girl” – Poem

By Qamreen

I was tired of being called a girl

I was disappointed of being rejected as a girl

I was cut by their bitter words

I was killed by their brutal eyes

I was haunted by their offensive mouths

I was ridiculed by their stares like of a hound

I was tired of being called a girl

I was disappointed of being rejected as a girl

They poised me as if to pounce

They caged me as if to shield

They confined me as if to protect

I was tired of being called a girl

I was disappointed of being rejected as a girl

My existence was snipped by a scissor

My competence was spoiled by limitation

My dream was shattered by accusation

But I never give up

But I never give up

I rise like a moon from the dark

I rise like a sun from the clouds

I rise like the tides of river

With high spirits, dreaming above sky

My tears took the shape of pearls

My cries took the shape of laughs

My dark life took the shape of splendid life

Now I am happy to be called a girl.

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