They told her, 'Dreams are not for you,
There are certain things you cannot do.'
But deep inside, a fire would gleam,
For she was born to chase a dream.
She dreamed of skies without a wall,
Of rising high, though she might fall.
Not just a name, not just a face,
But someone who would leave a trace.
They gave her limits, she chose the sky,
They questioned her wings, she learned to fly.
While others slept, she planned her way,
Turning her darkness into day.
She wanted power, not just fame,
A life where she could earn her name.
To stand with pride, to make a choice,
To let the world hear her own voice.
She dreamed of freedom, strength, and light,
Of proving wrong those who denied her flight.
And if the world refused to understand,
She'd build her future with her own hands.
One day, the world would proudly see,
The girl she always dreamed to be.
For she was never born to seem—
She was born to live her dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem