She is called the moon and not the sun.
Even though within her a mighty fire burns.
They paint her as placid as a pond.
Fierce as the ocean are her roaring storms.
Expected to be gentle and beautiful.
Wearing her scars she takes on the world.
A box was given to her to fit in.
Her role undermined, just like her skills.
‘Not too strong, not too big,
Pretty little girl you better not sin!’
Inspite of the odds, she survived.
Perseverance was always the strength of her kind.
(Originally Published on The Zainab Experiment: https://bit.ly/2Ty3fDw)