Her wings were clipped at birth, a hard beginning she had,
They told her destiny was written, for a woman she was born.
In anguish she tread this path, she felt like she was going mad.
They scorned her and they laughed at her dreams,
They called her foolish, for she was born a woman.
Her grievances were ignored, as were her screams.
Alas it was enough! Her wings became unclipped with her bare hand,
Madness struck her folks, confusion and anger!
For a woman she was born, they simply could not understand.
She smiled and stroked her wings, for she will now learn to fly,
Her dismayed folks wept in sorrow, fearful of their future.
She reminded them, for she was born a woman that she will always try.