~ ~ ~ Part 1 ~ ~ ~

Oh my tomboy,
That’s what everyone called you,
A girl with boyish talks,
And small cute curly locks.

You were always,
So very curious,
You wanted to know the moon,
And talk to the sun,
Like a nun.

You wished to fly,
And snatch the stars,
Scatter them on,
Your tiger t-shirts,
And Barbie’s frocks.

You loved the colour blue,
But hated racing too.
You used to love cars,
With batteries and remotes two.

You hated writing,
You loved colouring,
You wouldn’t sit,
In one place for long.

Little did you know,
Your destiny had other plans,
In its pockets for you,
And numerous pages through.

~ ~ ~ Part 2 ~ ~ ~

Time will fly,
Your curls will grow long,
You will despise cars then,
And all batteries, remotes will go wrong.

You will have to fight,
You will have to know,
That the world will,
Still accept you at times.

It’ll still accept you,
With your shorty hair.
It’ll still help you,
To talk to the sun and hare.

Your so-called friends,
Will soon be replaced,
With more of your allies.

Your only true enemy,
Will be you, yourself,
Till the end.

~ ~ ~ Part 3 ~ ~ ~

The Little glittery wrappers,
Which you had collected,
All along,
Will now take the place,
Of wedding cards and astounding haunts.

Haunts and questions,
Which will leave your mind,
Wandering.

Wandering through cages,
Of iron and steel and glass.
Wandering through books,
Of historical patriarchy and painful hours.

Oh Little tomboy,
You just got lost on a street,
Someday, you’ll be lost,
In your own world.

With tears and barriers,
Of ornaments and traditions.
Fighting your way through thorns,
And meek suggestions.

You were never scared of crowds,
You loved being with new people all around.
You hated being called a girl,
Who was then no less than a home clown.

You will know,
How strong a GIRL you are,
You will know,
How unique you are.