The GIRL Child: A Gender or A Victim

She walks with caution, her gaze cast low, In a world where danger lurks, where can she go? Her body, a battlefield not of her design, Her dreams shattered, her innocence confined. Must she live her life in silent dread? Is freedom a right, or a luxury instead? Her soul cries out beneath the weight, Of abuse, of fear, of a cruel fate. Bruised but unbroken, she yearns to be free, To live without fear, as human as he. Not a shadow, not an object, not prey— But a child with the right to her own way. What will it take for the world to see, The girl child as more than her misery? She bleeds, she breathes, she dreams, she feels, Her humanity silenced, her freedom appeals. No, she is not a victim by choice, She has strength, she has a voice. Let her rise, let her soar, let her be, For the girl child is human—just like you, just like me.