Bound by adversity : the journey of a girl

The life of a girl is not a bed of roses,
Each chapter brings its own adversities.
The infant girl is blamed at birth,
If she is not a him, to privilege at birth.

She grows into a teen in the blink of an eye,
To suffer monthly, with no reason to sigh.
Dealing merely with blood, she faces the shame,
Used as a toy, her worth becomes a game.

Vulnerable, her shoulders bear the weight,
With obligations, she's burdened by fate.
She's a woman now, and history repeats,
But in advance, she has no excuses.

If marriage fails, the blame is on her,
For bearing no babies, they start to demur.
Even her first child's gender, if a girl,
Is seen as her fault, a woman in this whirl.

From her first breath to her last, no peace she finds,
In a world that's unjust, with unyielding binds