They told her to be strong to survive,
To have ambition to grow,
To be morally sound to be different.
And to have roots to resist temptation.
She anticipated the first flight,
Like any youngling would do,
To leave her home,
And spread her wings.
But society had other evils planned,
They wouldn’t let her prosper,
They couldn’t fathom the weaker sex
Reaching greater heights.
So they planned to chop the wings.
And come it did, the flight of ecstasy,
But little did she know that it would
Last only a few seconds,
Coz the fall succeeded the flight,
And fall she did, into the dug field,
Not knowing, not wanting to know
Why to think big was a crime?