She was born
& cursed, insulted
restricted, abused 
and, exploited
but she thrived
coz she was created
with a piggybank of courage

Every time she sees her mother
smile while weeping in her sorrows
Every time she is able to drive away 
the bullies inside and outsside
Every time she turns a deaf ear
to all the taunts and doubts
Every time she lends her hand to
other girls looking for their strength

Every time she dances when alone
Every time she paints an empty canvas
Every time she picks up a pen in hand
She just adds a coin of courage
To help her get through her suffering