"Be obedient, good girls are obedient ",her mother taught her.
"Be quiet good girls are quiet ", the society taught her.
She was ten,
She was curious,
Curious to know about the thing wrapped in the newspaper,
"What's that mommy?", she asks her
"Keep quiet, you will know when you grow older.
Good girls don't question much".
She was twelve,
She was not feeling well,
But her mother taught her to be a topper,
She goes to school,
She finds blood all over,
A red skirt, her classmates mock her. "Am I going to die?", she asks herself.
She goes back home, informs her mother,
She tells her, its natural it...