I'm a girl born in this big bad world.
Is it my future to lie in my bed up curled?
Stepping out of the house has now become a nightmare!
Torture could be inflicted on me if I dare.
I have no right to breathe it seems.
Because after all there is no one out there to hear my screams.
What I wear has become who I'm!
And this is the mentality of not just some.
They ask me to cover and hide.
If I value my life, I should not take pride.
How many girls will have to be killed like this before you wake up?
More than her body it's her life you're tearing up!
Her shame, her pain, her tears, her death is all on you.
Do somethingbefore another life they slew!
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