Let them breathe

Poem: LET THEM BREATHE Every single girl sings in a different tone Some dance to the melodious lifestyle of their family While some show their teeth to portray fake smile In their heart, they keep bleeding in tears Some feel 10? of the gifts of happiness the world can give When they are with their compatriot For their house is like a living hell Let them breathe When they opt to lay on the bed of culture and dance to the tune of morality They become vulnerable prey to predators When they are our daughters We taste our soup And when they are our step's They feel the sharp blade of our body Their backs become our drums And their cheek our cymbals At a young age, they hug stigmatization and torture as close buddies When they're academically down We forced them into marriage Be it early marriage or not Where they can face physical and emotional agony Some flee from the unbearable threats at home to enjoy the street's picnic This was how some turned into sex workers Please let them breathe Even a small comment can leave a deep wound in a girl's mind Their dress code is not an invitation for eve-teasing We should guide them We should love them They should confide in us So let them breathe Allow the girl child talk Let the girl child talk about what pains her SLaDA says let girls talk