I want to tell you how badly it hurts,
being in a society of perverts.
Where you are judged,
by the length of your skirtsI 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
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PoetryThis Book contains all the poems I had written till now. Which includes:- Poems on Breakups. Poems on love. Poems on soldiers and their lifestyle. Poems on mothers and their struggles. Poems on topics people won't talk about. Read to find out. Yo...