I am born a girlI will grow up to be a woman
I want to study
I want to help humanity
I want to achieve so much in life
I am a girl
I am taught to be subtle
I am taught to give up and adjust
I am taught to give chances to the boys of my family
I am a girl
I will grow up to be a woman
I see my mother giving up her desires and ambitions
I shall never be able to show what I am capable of
for, my hands are cut, tied restricted
I will grow up to be a woman
I see my mother giving up her desires and ambitions
I shall never be able to show what I am capable of
for, my hands are cut, tied restricted
I am a girl
Let me be free
Let me grow up to be me
I am a girl
Let me live
Let me be free
Let me grow up to be me
I am a girl
Let me live
This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Wonderfully powerful poem! I love your spin on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThank you Priceless Joy :)
DeleteI hope she gets to be free to be herself. :) Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteI hope some day she is liberated too Deborah :)
DeleteThis is a lovely poem. The imagery and metaphor are powerful. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot Jenny :)
DeleteSing it Sister! Wonderful take on the prompt
ReplyDelete:)
DeleteThank you Mom the Obscure