Song of a Girl

She escapes the womb;
By the grace of His Majesty
He grants her life
And showers her with light.

She is cursed to face countless monsters
Of the cold, treacherous night.
Love, to her, is a foreign fantasy
And peace in the entirety
Of her childhood is distant.

Age 7 was her first circumcision;
Forced upon her by her own family.
She was just a burden to these people,
Nothing but an object of dowry.

Age 10 was a close call,
If it had not been for the cries of the girl children
Past and present,
The people around her
Would have sent her soul to the butcher;
As an early marriage
Would have completely destroyed her future.

Age 12 was her first kiss,
The boy was as charming as Lucifer,
His words brought her true bliss,
Despite pushing away his advances with:
“I’m too young.”
“This is wrong.”
When she finally relented
To his seductive poetry,
In the name of love,
Her virginity was long gone.
Her body, selfishly violated.

Age 13 was full of betrayal,
Friends, family and ‘friends’
Condemned her soul.
Childhood was depressing,
And took its toll.

Age 14 was her era of nihilism.
Age 15, she was cast away.
Her 16th birthday came,
The sweet, happy life
She thought she was entitled to
Was never actualized
Suicide became ever more idealized.
Since birth, she had been a victim;
Used, lied to and sold.
If it wasn’t for the patriarchy,
Perhaps, she would still have
A hold over her soul.
A breath she’d finally afford to take;
‘A Happy Life She Lived’
Perhaps, would be the title of her obituary.

Age 17 is not far from adulthood
After experiencing myriads of trouble,
She is sick of all the terror.
She has long stopped shedding tears
That will never be wiped,
She has given up the constant angst
Of wanting to be liked.

With vengeance and determination,
Anger remains in her veins,
Like a rose, she crawls out of her mental rubble
Ready to fight back.