Justice Over Generations

By Surya C G

Oh mirror mirror, don't call my baby beautiful!

Call her rational, so she doesn't waste hours before you.

Hey kith and kin, don't gift her those shimmery dressed barbie dolls,

For she has her eyes for the racing cars her brother owns.

Dear Mom, don't nag her wear those tingling anklets,

For she craves for that pair of skating shoes at the store.

Oh beloved family, don't beset her with glaze-eyed soft toys,

For they whisper to her, "Be like us! Static.. Rooted, in your golden cage!"

Hey commercials, do not offer her those fairness creams,

For she never frets over those newly broken out acne scars.

Hey dear World, break the stereotypes for her, shatter down the taboos,

Let her acquaint with you and spread justice over generations!

By Surya C G