Today's girls 

Dressed in a burqa 

That covers her, from head to toe

Or in a little dress,

With sleeves that barely, cross her elbow. 

Her face caked with makeup,

And lips, an illuminating red.

Or nude, as every human born, 

Clean, she wears her face instead. 

With heels that shout her every footstep,

Or with running shoes, she walks. 

Constantly, looking over her shoulder 

In fear, of being stalked.

"Our women are safe, This country secure" 

Shout ministerial men. 

Little do they know, what girls endure 

Beneath those masks, concealing pain. 

Be it today, or twenty years ago, 

Times have failed to change, 

For we look at a bigger picture,

Than the microscopic range. 

A girl of ten, a woman of twenty,

Marked in letters of black ink, 

The headline, to every newspaper 

'Raped', visible, before the eye can blink. 

Girls today, live in fear 

And have, since recent times. 

Brings to question, what could cause

The increasing rate of crime. 

I've been told, time and again, 

"Be home, child, before the hour is eight"

While my brother may indulge, 

In activities an hour, or two, late. 

I've been told, to never walk, 

On the streets, alone. 

Rules, no man, never did engrave, 

Into his mind, to stone.

While a girl today, does live, 

A life better than our yesteryears, 

The world has yet, not sentenced, 

The abolishment of all her fears. 

Many of us, fail to grasp, 

The hardened reality. 

For all of us, look through the glass, 

Without a hint, of transparency. 

I write for my words bleed, 

The pain of all those girls today, 

Who live without the hint of a chance,

To have their own foundations lain. 

To be the bread-winners someday, 

And with confidence, tread upon these streets,

To walk, with their heads held high, 

Without requiring the assistance of fleets. 

To live in her own utopia. 

A land of freedom and light,

Each woman to her own, and a man, supporting, 

May this be, her every right.