When will we change?

A brutal reminder of how disgraceful we are as a race,

A reminder of how wrong it is for girls to want to fly, to want to dream –

Because, the most heinous of her nightmares seem to come garishly true,

leaving her with nothing but vivid stains of fear in her heart,

forcing her to race back into her shell

– Warning her, she shouldn’t dare to step out if she doesn’t want to be stepped upon,

A reminder of how every girl in this world will always be looked upon – no matter who she is, which part of the world she lives in, or what her age is.

A reminder of how ridiculous it is for her to want to live, when she doesn’t have the freedom to survive.

Rest in peace, Zainab.



Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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