So, are you ready to go? HE asked, seeing her gorgeous eyes.
The thought created fear and doubt that made her think otherwise.
Why are you sending me to hell? The little infant cross-questioned God.
I will be happy to stay with you forever, O lord.
No one will look at me like you do.
No one will talk to me like you do.
No one will treat me like you do.
No one will take care of me like you do.
In your world, I will be judged, I will be scolded for the clothes I wear.
I will be prey for those who will look at them to tear.
I will be gifted a broken heart.
And its pieces will make me fall apart.
I will be disrespected and taken for granted.
My opinions will be worthless and will always be commanded.
I will be forced to sacrifice my aspirations for marriage.
And my life will become complete wreckage.
I will be expected to be a goddess in the day and a slut at night.
So that society is happy and so is my knight.
I will be ordered to give birth to a boy.
And if I bring a girl like me, she will be thrown like some useless toy.
My breasts and hips will forever be stared.
Even if I cover them, they will be commented on and compared.
I will be raped and dishonored.
And no one will seem to be bothered.
I will be left alone; depressed and crying.
And that’s when I will look at you, as I will be dying.
To ask if this was your purpose to send me among devils.
To see me wither like plucked rose petals.
No, you have no right to make my life so much worse.
You might not know, but being born as a girl on earth is a curse.
If you still want me to be smothered, I will be your guest.
And I will wait for you to see me so that your heart comes out of your chest.
Your incessant tears will slap the human in the form of torrential rains.
Your screams will rip apart the sky and the sea, bringing this world into flames.
The so-called humanity will die and life on earth will cease.
And eventually, at that moment, we both will rest in peace.

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