Prajina Puri
They told me to smile and to lower my head
To dress like a lady, to walk soft and slow
They said I looked pretty when I stayed quiet
But I don’t think I was ever made to crawl
They warned me about speaking to loud
That the good girl never stand out in the crowd
I refuse to accept that my voice was made to hide
Because I have carried storms and suns inside
They pointed at my clothes, thy blamed my skin
As if they wanted to prove I was the reason for someone’s sin
They looked at my pain and called it my fate
But all I was ever taught was to wait
Wait for the respect, wait to be heard
Wait to be believed, to be trusted on my word
But now I am tired of waiting, tired of the fear
This is my life and I am here
Not to follow your rules, not for your pride
Not to be silent nor to stand aside
I was not born to break or bend
I was born to fight, to rise and to mend
So if u fear a girl who won’t obey
Then fear me more with each passing day
As I will not shrink and I will not fade
Neither was I born to disappear
