Her daily random thought in the shower.
: A demon In Angel’s head.
A monster underneath the bed.
But a soft sweet girl is what the society likes.
Is she even a “She” if she rides the bikes.
The society not knowing her worth
Might kill her before her birth.
Even if she survives she will be bound.
Bound to the norms of being “femine”
Not allowed to fly, just be on the ground.
But she will break the rules.
She is me, Me is Her.
Having my devil horns with my wings of fur.
I’ll grow : My growth will be touching the sky.
No gender role in who can fly, how much high.
- Ridhima Jaggi