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Cut the Crap! by Mahik’s

A girl sits above her room inside a bird cage

Source: Cut the Crap! | Mahik’s

Mahik’s empowers us with her poem, “Cut the Crap!”

A little girl with pretty pure eyes
Little curls and innocent cry
Do you wonder what she wants from life?
I bet, she dreams of a paradise

She gets told to be big and strong
To stay jolly and sing a song
Live carefree cause she is the queen
The princess of everyone’s dreams

But then, she grows up and
How wrong it was, she understands
A bliss and smile was in her thoughts
But she didn’t know the fights to be fought

The girl unaware of the silly mindset
The discrimination, the ridiculous heads
The misery of every girl in society
The bad intentions and impiety

She gets dirt to do and works of low wage
She is ordered to marry at quite a young age
She gets denied of works which boys are free for
Her dreams are crushed and what not!

It’s pathetic for a little girl to step
In a world so creepy and full of crap
Life is pictured as a white precious pearl
It’s for everyone here but a girl

She is expected to stay inside four walls
And a fairy this girl is called?!
What kind of a person you expect her to be?
She is just a girl, not to serve to your slavery

And here it comes, the worst of all
The crimes done against these pretty dolls
And still, this is her life, she is blamed for it
Her gender, her freedom, her outfit

“Cut the crap” is a voice you will hear
If you stop your rubbish talks and feel
A crying heart is all you’ll see
A livid, ignored, a deep scream

“Independence” is a thing we girls demand
A day without hearing- Don’t do this or that
The poor “security” of ours is your fault
You didn’t teach the boys to respect but taunt

Huh?! You ask me what is wrong with it?
What about our independence and will?
Why live a life according to others?
Why bear everything and not say that it bothers?

Why move on your say?
I’m not your slave!
Equal in power, we are
Then why are you in heaven and I in dark?

This is a note to the ones like you,
Suggestions are welcome but I won’t let you rule
The society, so conservative and mean
Dare not put your nose in between

“Don’t show us big dreams if you can’t
Let us decide and do what we want
The fake fantasy, The one you stream
In our life, crushing our own dreams”

I am bold enough to handle myself
I don’t need you to control my life and compel
Boundaries and compulsions are not for me
If I treat you the same, how will you feel?

Nothing much is left to say
Cause you people have empty brains
Nothing will effect you until I
Gather with others and FIGHT

This poem is a shame for this world
There shouldn’t be a situation to use these words
Alas! No choice you leave for me
But to fight and cut the C-R-A-P

Do you wanna know who I am?

Head on over to Mahik’s blog for more of her brilliant poetry!

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Living in Moradabad, a city of North India famous for its handicraft industries and export of handicraft items all over the world, Mahika Bansal is a teen poet with enormous dreams just like all other growing buds of her age. As an artist, Mahika tries to compose poetry that speaks about the beauty of the world as well as the dark side of life. She is a creator of ideas, floating in the sparkling sea of imagination.

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