Born in and as an elitist,
She was to conduct a certain way.
A silver spoon and golden feet,
She owned it albeit denied it all.
Creating her own choices,
She picked freedom over bondage,
She set on a diverse route.
She ploughed the field
And sowed it alone.
At times, belittled by foes
And derogated by folks.
Still headstrong to not succumb.
She failed and she failed again.
Bruised and stitched all over again.
But there ain’t any place for fear, she said.
‘Cause she chose her fate
And lived by it…