Predated

A prey am I, born with wings

But predated by cultural norms

By addressing me as a girl.

And chained am I,

Locked in a glasshouse,

Fettered with unscribbled rules.

I was born as a princess

Catered as a Barbie doll,

Forbidden to voice the spirit

And barred from violent games,

I lived as a meek doll,

Who brush rosy cheeks,

And braid darkened wool.

I grew up as a queen,

But classified as a

Pure wife and a proud mother,

Whose dreams are ignited,

To cook spicy meal.

Thus, I am a prey

Predated by me, myself

And by ourselves too.