Will I Fade?

Being a girl, what is it like?
No! You can’t be out late, you can’t ride a bike
Don’t party hard, keep the boys at bay
You have all the freedom they say
But why then are our choices already made?
If this continues will my identity fade?

Too many opinions – my mind a chaos, am I in the middle of a sand storm?
Is it bad to be different, to be yourself and not follow the norm?
Why does everything feel so heavy, am I getting crushed under a rock?
I can’t find my way, it’s too dark, am I in a room with no keys for the lock?
I can only dream of unfurling and flying, am I a bird restricted to a cage?
In reality, everything seems frozen, stuck in the same stage.

Waiting to speak my mind and be heard clearly
Waiting for my choices to be taken seriously
Waiting for my silent tears to stop falling
Waiting for my mind and heart to stop quarrelling
Waiting to remove the mask and stop pretending
Waiting to stop waiting, adjusting and bending
Waiting for this phase to pass and have an ending….

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