Thinly disguised misogyny

Thirteen-year old’s agony

A fallen angel

Born in the wrong cradle

Mistaken miracle.

 

Story of a girl

Naked soul and half-burn

“You aren’t fair,

You don’t have a lovely hair.”

Constant taunts and glare

“Salad and green tea

Only then you will be, She”

 

Trying to attain perfect figure

Somewhere in between she lost her vigour

Constant fear

Of being labelled and tagged.

 

In search of physical attributes to brag

Taking refuge in fake praises,

Untied laces.

 

Disoriented mind

Piece of paper, Unbind

She thought of herself

Lifeless and worthless.

 

On her quest to be the girl from magazine cover,

To gain fleeting fame.

Skipped breakfast and applied countless crème

But both came back to haunt her.

 

Lying on her untidy bed

Crying in muffled voice

Praying to the Gods

If and only if

She could be the recipient of that genetic gift

Then she might not be bullied

Mocked for being who she is.

 

Hanging from the ceiling

Waiting for death’s kiss

Forgotten jigsaw piece

Finally, attains peace.