She Too, Will Fly

There was once a girl, raised in a cage

She wrote her story, page by page

She wrote her story in a small diary,

She vigorously scribbled, when she was fiery

When other children went out to play,

The girl was restricted, made to stay

She either doodled all day or read,

Perhaps they did not hear, what she said

She longed to giggle with friends, make small jokes

She wanted to explore and trod on mossed oaks

But the girl was a trophy, meant to be on display,

She was a genius, she heard her dad say

She was deprived of any social interaction,

Her friends were labelled as a distraction

Her mom poisoned her mind against her cousins,

She was advised by the dozen

Her mother was stricter than a catholic nun,

Then how could the girl have any fun?

Locked in a girls' boarding, meant to stay,

Adolescence came, but her crushes were driven away

She thought adulthood would be less of a pain,

But a label of insanity she had to explain

The label was meant to keep her in control

Her dad controlled her finances, the whole

They told her, now who will marry you?

Worry not, we have a solution for that too

We will find a man to bring you under control,

Love is nonsense, there is no mate for your soul

The girl looks at kites, flying in a clear sky,

One day, he will come, and she too will fly.