A Girl In Chains

I wish to tell them everything,

I want to hide no wings.

Yet they stop my flight,

Saying I am a girl and have no right.

I lie and thrive,

Pierced heart and broken life.

I hate these shallow waters,

I am scared and my wings clutters.

The roads are wide,

Stones, unturned.

The voice calls me, now!

And I want to explore, but how?

They are terrified

And so I am.

How do I tell them?

That chains don’t create a run.

I do no wrong,

I just wish to roam.

Looking at mountains,

Diving in seas.

Meeting cultures,

And watch shedding leaves.

Everyone says, these are beautiful years.

None says, go openly and spike away wears.

I am just a girly traveler,

Who wanders being a loner.

Why do they stop?

Why do they block?

Allow me to be myself, once.

I promise to create a bunch.

A bunch of beautiful cities,

A bundle of marvelous kites.

Let me fly,

Let me run.

Let me swim,

Let me shrimp.

As the day will end,

I promise to return with no bend.