There was once a little girl,
She used to wear a tiara and pretend she was a princess
She used to take a stick and make it a sword
She used to fight dragons and imaginary opponents
She used to stand from her castle window and address the people
Till one day,
She got out of her castle and they told her
They told her, She can't be a princess without a prince
That she can't fight battles , leave it to the 'man'
The 'man' who has the same age,experience and height as her
They told her,
She was to wait for her prince ,
To live her life,to rule,to speak
She was to wait.
She din't understand .
Why she can't be a princess without a prince?
Her daddy used to tell her she was his princess and to fight never looking back
So why should 'she' let 'him' define her,to control her,
When, they both are just the same.
She decided with a defiant urge to fight,
Just like her daddy taught her,
Just like the princesses her mother's bedtime stories talked about
not because she wanted a free life
Because,
She, was a warrior
Because
She, was a princess
~k
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