That’s how you were born girl!
If she cooks, she is docile
If she doesn’t, she is a rebel
She parties with her friends, she is loose
The one who comes home after work always, she is a bore
You do this, you do that
You do it all or you don’t give a damn
You will always be labelled and judged
You’ll be forced to feel guilty
Step back and shrug off all these labels
Look inside and find yourself
Peel away each frame one by one
The one given by your parents
The one gifted by friends
The one that is holding you tight…
Who are you?
What do you want?
What are your likes? What are your dislikes?
Do you remember girl?
Once upon a time, you were you…
That’s how you were born