They made me think so small,
Told me my dreams were too tall.
Subjected to different views,
They told me, mine to redo.
Independence not a trait of girls,
Night outs for twisted stuff.
I indigested them then,
They cut my wings when?
I believed every word they said,
Participated in my suffering.
So helpless and afraid I felt,
“Nowhere to go”, thus sensed.
Told me girls are to marry,
Do whatever you want with your hubby.
I went along the safe path,
Suffocating along the way.
Then I grew tired of these narratives,
Never wanted to believe this stuff anyway.
Now to seize opportunities,
To leave this bondage.
Realized they did not cut my wings,
Just told me I couldn’t fly.
My wings called me out,
Every night.