STORY OF A GIRL

Yes, I'm a girl,
The one you call by many names...
If I rejected you, then you call me a slut...
If I slept with you, then you call me a whore...
If I talk with lots of your companies,
Then you call me characterless...
You know what you would never understand,
What being a girl means...
For you all we are just like dolls...
With whom you can do whatever you want...
The pain, the insult, the injustice we get...
You would have died if you had those...
Our pain starts from before we are born...
Many a time we are killed inside our mother's womb...
If not, then another journey starts here...
We are insulted for being a girl child...
And as we grow up with it and enters the puberty...
There come the first periods,
Without even having any prior knowledge about it...
And with it comes that unbearable pain,
That we have to bear every month...
And with it comes all the rules and regulations,
That I can't talk to boys so much,
I've to be early to home,
I've to learn to sit properly, dress properly and so on...
And still, you all give us tags of a slut, whore, etc. Etc.
And now you say because of our dressing sense,
We're getting raped...
Then answer me one simple question...
If the dress were the reason behind the rapes,
Then what about Nirbhaya, Asifa, Madhu, a 3 months baby, a 60 years lady and that pregnant goat??
You say yourself a man...
You worship Maa Durga As 'Adhi Sakti'
And then move on exploiting girls day by day...
Within my lifetime I suffer from being abandoned,
For being a girl, the pain during my periods,
The acid attacks,  the rapes, to giving birth to a new life...
Now say, could you handle this much and live your life??