Hey rapt attentionally, Someone is weeping,
Crying on this accursed sphere cheapings,
Crying all alone, exceedingly aloud,
Crying even after serving many junctures of proud;
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Yeah, yeah I'm addressing Colleen stuck in a maze,
I'm going to point light on their worst scenario case;
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This society of ours is rotten like unwatered whale,
Makes a girl questioning themselves endeavouring to fail ,
Compels them to live life seemingly curtail;
Only there exists for them is demotivation,
And this doomed society's own made suffocation;
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Their life suits a scientist in a lab,
Everyone need'em but noone treasures,
Noone to share feelings, only left alone with gazers;
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Why are they told to not have numbered friends?
Why only boys in family can have marked chortling brand?
Why are they compelled not to share period's pain,
Coerced not to tell about menstrual, to have a shame?
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They live in their own house,
But with numerous curbs;
Their soul gazes like a prose,
With no concluding halves and curves;
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A bitter soup of restrictions poisons their tender vivacity,
For true authenticity Stifling their capacity,
Their sloppy eyes conveys a song of ache with no audacity;
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Their souls bleed like ink on a page,
Searching for understanding in this suffocating age;
Their suffering soul continuously drops blood beads,
Their restricted feelings seriously now have a cuddling need;
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Their tears fell like a symphony of rain, Everywhere all alone echoing their pain;
They dance on shards of glass,
Cutting through the boundaries that confine their every pass;
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We need to have a colossal change,
This society necessitate to have wider feelings range;
Gals should be given their rights,
After that only, this world shall experience ture essence of light.
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So let's together retent an oath,
We'll relish equality for both;
If he's lad or she's gal,
Every single should be nursed well.
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