Her dark eyes reflect pain.
As a heroine, she labors silently.
Worth all agony for a healthy son.
But a female child brings shame.
Sons are needed in militant Islam.
Your lovely girl will be spit upon,
then torn painfully by a man at twelve.
She was born to breed.
There is no life with hope or joy.
Only rules she must heed.
Your beautiful little girl
must cover her face,
abomination, a shame.
No education, ignored abuse,
forever a stained female.
You cry bitter tears,
she is denied a true love.
To speak truth is a sin,
about fate of women.
Pray your daughter bears men.
I can understand how a woman,
giving birth to a girl,
could softly cover her mouth.
Then pray for forgiveness
until breath is no more.
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