Creeping, puking, hidding my unseen face,
Away from the society's sarcastic tight up lace.
They say 'may a boy child born',
He would for family grow wheat and corn.
Every step further I move to learn,
They say 'she will be a bride, why to learn and earn'.
I am judeged by my gender not my power,
Every time I am suppressed, lower and shorter.
Near mirror, Staring hiding my inner beauty,
As they say it's my prime duty.
Spending hours to be a cook,
But they say, no taste from any nook.
Leaving the thoughts what they say,
I move to my own world, miles away.
Now see, what a girl today had achieved,
Where they and man are deceived.
