I m sorry
I am sorry that I never lived up to your expectation.
And I am sorry for every time I questioned your rules and regulations.
I am sorry for every NO when I should’ve said Yes.
And I am sorry for not being a damsel in distress.
I am sorry for liking Tinkerbelle instead of Cinderella.
And sorry for not liking that pink coloured umbrella.
I am sorry that I punched that guy when he did wrong to my best friend.
And I am sorry for wearing clothes that weren’t even of the trend.
More than that I am sorry for not being the ideal girl type.
Because good girls don’t rebel and never do they create any hype.
I know that I should be a good girl and aspire to be a princess.
Because ‘to look good’ is my only power and sole purpose is to be a good mistress.
But my dear society,
Let me tell you that,
I am not going to be ceased and confined to this cage,
a cage not even big enough for my wings and bars too weak to handle my rage.
I am definitely not a princess and I don’t need to be rescued.
I am a soldier, a fighter, not born but brewed.
I am an enigma, a harmony, a saga of love.
I am not conventional, I am born to fly and rise above.
I am a fire and an erupting volcano.
I am the ocean too placid and a melody sweet and mellow.
And the stain on my skirt that you think I should hide,
Will not bother me anymore as that blood is my pride.
That blood was instilled in my womb to protect,
It doesn’t deserve your disgust but your respect.
I have the power to make you and destroy you,
Because I am not just a part of this universe but it’s creator too.