Loud cries from a lonely room,
Pierced the dark skies.
With a face embroidered with tears,
Her future now bleak,
Her ambitions she dared not speak.
She’s friends with the feminist
and a fiend to the chauvinist.
Everything her brothers were,
She sought to be.
But none was she able to accomplish
and nothing she did took away the blemish.
She was trapped in a cold society,
Always Hiding as the fugitive would.
But Without a glimpse of support,
Her hope laid still
and pleaded for a last resort.
In the dark she finally stood,
With her arms akimbo
and the wind on her face.
Eyes fierce in determination,
She said “I shall be.”
and the wind carried her words…