Red lamp is on
Labor room
Waiting
Creeping time
Someone whispered
Oh ! it’s a Girl
She entered in the world
With a big cry
Before now she knows
This world will give her merely tears
She learned to share
Her toys and happiness
To take care younger ones
She has to go through this
Bcz she is growing for someone
Her own home never been
Her home
Read a goodbye always
In parents eyes
Oh !! bcz she is a girl
She has to get penetration
For everything she does
She needs permission
For each move
When she grows…
As a friend … as a lover
She has to select his dreams
And support his dreams
She looks for love
And shelter in his arms
A safety place,
Where she can see herself
Mostly, for them she is –
An another girl
An entertainment
Easily can break her heart
Can throw her away from way
Again she has to believe someone
A partner, who will go with her
Step by step
She starts dreaming
But it will end in her imaginary world
He is ready …
To rule her, to make sure
She knows cooking, cleaning, washing
Good on bed when he needs
To listen all the things
She has to accept the unknown people
As her own
Even , if they do not..
When she talks ,,its an argument
When she cries – it’s a drama
So, she has to live like a machine
She shallows her pride
Put her feelings a side
In relation, she becomes a mother
To carry a baby for long
To show this world
Now, she has to eat ,think and care
for the new one
She is made for that
To suffer – to scarifies
She abused many times
Raped by customs
She lived like a statue
Many lived under her shadow
No one cared her pain
No one has time for her dreams
No one touches
Her inner mystery
Baring pain in the labor room
She whispered
Another Pray
No!! my God!!
No more girl….
To this brutal world