Not Her Name
Given a name,
gradually, walls start to frame.
On them, a title that’s not her name.
She complains, but holds a faint flame.
Her accomplishments form a ladder,
but to them, it doesn’t matter.
Siblings already broke free,
but she’s just three.
Planned who she’ll be,
and she never dares disagree.
Her trials never succeed,
yet outside, a plant is seen —
how, when she holds the seed?
Siblings grow their fame,
under one roof, but not the same.
She has no ladder to escape,
yet still compared for her different shape.
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