Deck her up as much as you can
She chooses to look beautiful with a book in her hand

Bind her in shackles, restrict her,
She will free herself with a book in her hand

You have been stereotyping her,
Yet she lives endless characters with a book in her hand

Question her perception, expectations, her opinions
You cannot stop her. She gets it from the book in her hand

Settled; is that all you want her to be?
But she is progressing, moving ahead with every page of the book in her hand

Ask her to be in her limits, but she will now disregard
Because she is flying, to all the places in the book in her hand

Patience is meant to be her virtue, I hear
Yet she is disquieted, eager with possibilities, learnt from the book in her hand

Gender roles and chores cannot confine her personality anymore
She pays for herself, and for the book in her hand

She can care about equality no more. She is capable of doing everything
That the privileged cannot, and also read the book in her hand