Her

By Simran Goel

She is not an open-book Not allowing everyone to look She wanna do her best 

But her own people 

Are just like the rest 

Her father is working hard To keep her in the gold cage This fills her with rage 

She at times, decides to quit 

But she entered to ace the race 

She works harder 

To end the process sooner 

But the goal is farther 

And she needs her father 

Our goals for life are different she threw hers in abandonment 

And could never let it vent Thus, decided to pretend. 

She sometime quitely cries to let him smile on seven skies 

Developing an affinity full of lies Showing how patriarchy ties 

Maybe she was wrong 

Thinking she could go along Nobody knows if this will last long 

She is fighting it 

Because she is very strong 

Hoping for a breakthrough 

To find her trough 

By Simran Goel