I was smiling and giggling all day,
where comparisons didn't matter and it sway,
laughing with my dad and mom,
somewhere where I can talk about normal stuff just like prom.

But then I WOKE UP.

I woke up with a loud noise,
listening to a voice,
Oh, it was my dad again,
making me wake up early to do his labour,
as he is alone my saviour.

I did everything I could do,
I did all the chores,
at the end of the day I got a blessing
that I would become a whore.

What was my fault? I kept guessing,
was there a problem in my character or dressing?

I won't be able to do anything in my life,
shouted my mom,
and I still wish to not pick up any knife,
trying to act just like a dom.

I am born as a curse, my dearest say,
what could be worse—me or they?

My father wishes to leave me
from the day I was born,
to sit with my siblings alone till dawn.

My smile is still the same,
but truth is rare,
I question myself: why wasn't I ever treated fair?

I laugh a lot to hide,
but I never let it slide.