She is a lady
She doesn’t drink
Doesn’t smoke
She won’t look you in the eye
She won’t talk back
Her parents are looking for a groom
The wealthiest, richest and fittest
Remember he must be of pure blood
No outcasts allowed
Look how she walks
Every step on the broken glass of her freedom
Her soul seeps away day by day
She is becoming a shell like all the other wives
Look how she talks
What a cultured voice!
Her voice never breaks
Her voice isn’t confident
It is submissive, servile
Dare she ever raise her voice!
She was sixteen when her wings were clipped
She woke up from the dream that was her childhood
Now she only has fading memories because now she can’t go back to that dream anymore
She has to hold up the tradition to marry any man her family decides
It doesn’t matter if he is twice her age
She will be rich and married
She can’t back down
She won’t
Because she knows what happens to the deviants
She is a coward
Look how she cries
In the corner of her room at night
Silent and tragic
But no one will ever take pity
No one will spare a second look
She is a lady after all
And ladies don’t get to choose
They comply
They are shadows
One day she will fly again
She will break the glass ceiling
This time she will fly away
And never look back
One day
She will be a free woman
Who will not be defined by her man
One day
