When she was born , she was hailed as a prince
To rule over all that her eyes surveyed
But with what will she rule
When she herself was pervaded
With the shroud of a different identity!
The world expected her to be different!
She was named a boy.
Her curls fought every month to stop the scissor blades
From slicing them into pieces
And crumbling her dreams to nothing.
While she longed for a doll and dress
He clothes were utterly pressed
And she was sent forcibly to a boy’s school.
Come on , Boy’s don’t cry !
Boy’s don’t behave like girls
Boy’s don’t like colors.
Loving colors was a crime!
From the first days of childhood she was judged
Judged shunned and treated like an animal
An animal which is to be feared
Because it doesn’t conform to norms
Because it breaks all the myths and shatters all the barriers
Marked as an abomination of nature
Struggled to prove that she was nature.
Just like a butterfly who needs a cocoon to transform
To transform from a caterpillar into a magnificent butterfly
Then came the day when finally everyone saw her as she was
A beautiful woman
Her dad loved her as a princess
Prince never-so-charming and charming to came to court her
Her life was like a bed of roses
Occasionally strewn with more than enough thorns
And too many rejections and scorns.
But she did not stop
She grew and grew
And out of her balcony flew into an era of freedom.
Freedom from all the confines and fears
And all the swords and spears of life.