I Am Not Your Princess

I am not your princess, wrapped in lace,

I am not a damsel waiting, a delicate face.

I am the fire, the storm, the sky,

The woman who rises, never asks why.

No longer bound by ancient chains,

I carry my truth, I wear my pains.

In every step, I forge my own,

A warrior’s heart, a spirit grown.

I am the daughter of warriors strong,

My ancestors’ voice, an unyielding song.

Their strength runs deep in my veins,

A legacy free from sorrow’s reins.

You tell me to be gentle, soft, and still,

But I am the mountain, I bend, I will.

Not a fragile flower in need of a hand,

But a lioness, fearless, I take my stand.

Your words may judge, your eyes may sneer,

But I am the storm, and I have no fear.

I am the daughter of Guru Nanak’s dream,

Equal in spirit, in power, and esteem.

I don’t seek your praise, I seek my own,

A path unshaken, a heart full-grown.

So let me rise, let me soar,

For I am not your princess, but something more.

I am not confined to your narrow views,

I wear my strength in every hue.

I am the future, bold and bright,

Walking in my light.