To Be A Proper Lady | Ishithaa
The school was not far, nor was the walk home long Yet it took her a good half an hour Stopping to admire every flower Kick the stones and score imaginary goals Her small little revenge against those goons The ones who would not let her play The ones who said she was a girl Jumping into puddles, splashing water, Grinning wide, thinking of mom’s scolding Complaining the shirt would never be white again That the scars on her knees would never be gone That she’d never be a proper lady like Rama aunty’s daughter But who cared! Carefree, happy and bubbly That’s how she wanted to live! This Leo, the one who does not let me be lazy and I, the one who tends to take unnecessary breaks, are doing the UBC together this July. Prodding and prompting each other, we have decided to write about School today. (Visited 7 times, 1 visits today) Related