To Be a Woman
Searching for the wings everyday
She was full of tantrums for them
Searching for them, on her shoulders
Thought they will grow out
like her new permanent teeth
Like a pupae she wove the thread
of dreams around her
and out came a butterfly
and a girl metamorphosed
into a woman
A woman with wings
Wings of grace and beauty...
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