-They pluck her before she even blooms.

They caged her in the kitchen

saying, “this is where she belongs.”

Fed her self-doubt like it was love.

-She fought the inner turmoil,

as the burden on her shoulders

grew heavy and heavy.

-Too loud,

Too emotional,

Too bold to fit into the society.

-Yet silence was never her nature,

she meant to rise and roar.

She was a double-edged blade—

soft and nurturing on one side,

fierce and fearless on the other.

-She brought life into this world,

raised it with strength and grace.

She rose beside men, not in their shadow,

but in her own light.