We are killed as little foetuses.
On the oft-chance that we survive,
We live inadequate lives
With less food and even lesser education
And taunts and barbs of being a girl
Some are us are strong and some lucky
And come out with education and a decent job
Only to be told that we will get paid
Less then our men counterparts
Why.. nobody enumerates.
We accept this and glass ceilings
And juggling home, husband and kids
With a job — often struggling with guilt
But its something we chose
And something, we are told, we have to bear
Then there are sexual innuendoes
And sexual harassment — at work
And in play and what are we supposed to do?
Just ignore. Sometimes fight against it
Only to hear ‘oh you are overreacting’
It just never ends
Sometimes I wonder what would
Happen if we rebelled
And refused to give birth?