She was accused for no sin of hers time and again,

They never noticed her tears and her heart wrenching pain.

All she ever did wrong was to be born a girl in a man's land,

A place where united they fall and divided they stand.

Irony is they revere a stone idol and call her pure,

But when she comes to them in flesh and blood they simply ignore.

They disrespect her, trample her honour and find glory in that,

True power lies in loving and respecting they always forget.

She can do nothing; she has no hands of steel,

But only a warm heart; unlike theirs which does not feel.

She curses herself for birthing these demons on this beautiful earth,

And faintly hopes that someday they will realize her true worth.