Dreams and aspirations lie astray,
As I was taught restraint and obedience,
As I was directed to modesty and diffidence,
As I learnt to be demure and sympathetic.
Wrapped as a daughter, a wife and a mother.
A philosopher. A cheerleader. A dictator.
A cook. A lover. A tutor.
Warped in multiple identities but The One,
Several faces at the loss of The One.
The price I paid.
Of simply being a woman.
I am under veils of mystery,
Independence boxed by sentinels of society,
With their double standards and patriarchal mindsets.
The waters churn a storm beneath the calm,
The rocks brew lava within the silence.
A dam waiting to burst. A volcano itching to erupt.
Waiting for the dominoes to fall.
Often called by the name of the rose.
Soft as petals. Rich in fragrance.
Unforgiving as thorns.
Simply a woman.