We’ll be choked right from the start
or they’ll just play with our heart
they’ll lock us up or lock us in
they’ll attack us for showing our skin
our gender will pull us down
for which we’ll always have a frown.
we’ll hide ourselves all the time
we’ll be blamed for every crime
in the name of action they just marched across the street
while we sensed misogyny and its strong heat
tears start rolling down our cheeks
realising we live in a world full of freaks
realising that we’re girl and not boy
realising to society we’re just a toy
and then at the end we’re just lost
didn’t know this was our life’s cost.
By Hrishita Dev
Hrishita Dev is a 14-year-old, high school freshman at South City International School, Kolkata. She enjoys writing and reading poetry, painting, period and historical dramas, theatre and public speaking. She is genuinely enthusiastic about advocating for social issues and bringing about a more propitious prospect, and doesn’t let her age come in the way. She aspires to grow as a social activist and generate change.
“I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.”- Edward Everett Hale