Whenever she chooses to fly,
There are these impeding tongue
Hindering her flight.
Breaking the cage, shattering the shackles
She tries to giggle, laugh and run.
She runs with all her might,
Escaping every venomous word that
Maligns her character.
Defying the social norms
Slipping into a cargo and a tee she re-creates history,
Wearing a dress she discovers a new star in the galaxy.
Bearing a torch in one hand,
Holding a trophy in another,
fighting all odds she manages to conquer the world…
Yet, she is pointed out for the knee-high skirt she wears.
You taint her image
Shame her to the core,
You defame her,
and declare her a whore!
For what?
For not wearing your choice of attire.
For not visiting your choice of places
For not speaking your kind of language…
Her character is traduced, all because
she chooses To live her life her way….
All because she refuses to fit in the frame
Designed by YOU.
And all this because she is a SHE!
Ever wondered, who is the assassin?
Well, well! No one else but , A SHE.
Cheers to the women empowerment!
