I am luck, I am fame, I am money... I am she... I am... the girl child. When I am born, I am cursed. I am never loved though I bring luck, fame and money but am still a shame. Am I merely a name? Am I nothing to your family... am I just a pain to bear? Am I just... a mistake?
First you raise me with a sigh, 'oh she's a girl', you don’t let me do what he does... hey if he can do it, why cant I? Atleast let me try, you never let me try and then you call me weak? Weak, as if I was born weak. I cry, I feel shy, because you made me realise that it is my jewel, and that I should not even try what he can do... because I am a Girl Child.
Funny! You create me and then you hate me? You love me... but you are partial to me, you decide how you want to raise me, you raise me your way but when I want to be me you hate me! I marry then I go, you save dowry for me... then when you sent that with me, you crib and you weep. You say you love me but in the end all you get to live is with luxury... and the loved child... the boy! What do i get? Another you to bear with, another set of restrictions and burdens on me...first I cared for my own family and now for his... still I do my job happily. Because I am a Girl, a girl child, or THE cursed child!
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