She was born a girl

She was born to blossom,

To spread fragrance around,

Instead she had to grow thorns,

To protect herself from the hounds.

She was born for music,

To fill the world with rhythm,

Instead she was made to scream,

For reasons she couldn't fathom.

She was born of prayers,

To make everything serene,

Instead she had to beg,

Her tears never seen.

She was born a girl,

With dreams in her eyes,

Why is she instead answering,

Your 'whats', 'wheres' & 'whys'?