Always the bridesmaid, never the bride,
Though I have many options, you choose to deride;
I can make it on my own, and lead a happy single life,
To succeed, I no longer need the title of a wife.
Always the aunt, never the mom,
You assume I have a defect, and advice amends with a scorn;
Striving to create a stable family, I choose to postpone,
A girl or a boy, I can lovingly call my own.
Always the runner-up, never the winner,
Why do you view me, as if I am a sinner?
Victory to me, is not, in reaching the destination first,
It's the wisdom I gain enroute, quenching my souls' thirst.
You call me a rebel, for your rules, I choose to break,
Your society's norms, I prefer not to embrace;
Why compete with others, leaving one's' happiness at stake,
Why contest, when we can make it at our own pace.
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