She is her

One ordinary morning, after finishing a run and settling down, I heard a piece of news that made me pause and think. A girl had been born, yet the joy around it seemed incomplete because parents had hoped for a boy. That moment led me to reflect on the way society still views daughters while the immense strength, potential, and meaning they are bringing to the world. Then the poem begins:

In the dawn of morning, 

I returned home tired, 

sat quietly on the sofa, 

took out my phone, 

saved my run on Strava 

and shared it online.

Just then my mother said,
“A girl has been born.
But her parents had hoped
for a son."

Why should it feel like sorrow
when it should be a celebration?
A girl can learn,
a girl can write,
she can fly as a pilot,
serve justice as a judge,
stand brave as a soldier,
care deeply as a daughter,
and nurture life as a mother.

But like every son,
she needs a hand to guide her,
a mother to teach her steps,
a father to hold her hands,
a school to educate her,

a mentor to lead her,
until she grows
into her own awareness,

without any discrimination.

Let us remove this bad belief
that daughters are bad omens.
Instead, embrace the truth:

She is life.
She is creation.
She is a creator.
She is her.
And she is her.

Happy Reading.