Fate

They said: She will be great,

And She will be kind.

She has to be brave

As this world is wild.

Their expectations

All never-ending,

Bitter companions

So, She’s descending.

And now She has grown

Her spark’s become dull.

She’s sorely alone

Voice trapped in her skull.

Although She’s alive

Who’d call it a life,

If She was only five

When She drew a knife.

All girls, all daughters

Never seen more than wives

Tears like rainwater

Drop next to the chives.

And now: Mother says be great,

Mother says be kind.

Now She tells be brave

As this world is wild.

Varga Vivien   X. R