The price of being a she in South Sudan

In the land of South Sudan, a tale unfolds,

Of pain and suffering that a female beholds.

The price she pays for being a woman, so dear,

A burden she carries, filled with anguish and fear.

A girl, innocent, whose father brought despair,

Gouging her eyes out, a cruelty so unfair.

Blinded by the hands that should protect and love,

Her world turned dark, lost in shadows above.

Another girl, her legs hammered with nails,

A brutal act, where humanity surely fails.

The pain inflicted upon her fragile frame,

A testament to a society's deep-rooted shame.

A street vendor, toiling for a meager gain,

Slapped by the mayor, an act done in disdain.

Her dignity shattered, her spirit left bruised,

For being a woman, her worth oft abused.

And then the one who dared to love and conceive,

Before the bonds of marriage, she was forced to grieve.

Her life taken away, a tragic fate she met,

For society's judgment, her soul left in regret.

Female, oh female, what a painful plight,

Bound by chains of injustice, day and night.

But within your pain lies strength and resilience,

A fire that burns, defying all the silence.

In the depths of darkness, a flicker of hope,

A rising wave of change, helping women cope.

Voices united, demanding rights long denied,

Breaking the shackles, with courage as their guide.

South Sudan's daughters, the embodiment of grace,

Rise above the torment, find solace in embrace.

Together, they'll forge a future anew,

Where being a female is cherished and true.

May the world listen to their cries, their plea,

And end the price paid for being a she.

Let justice prevail, and equality bloom,

In South Sudan's story, let pain find its tomb.