ABNORMAL

My hidden talents were the loudest screams on my abilities...
My father had a perfect plan for me
My mother had my father's plan for me
But my father's plans were the statistics of public reports
So, before my birth itself, they wrote my fate on my head
Simply I was denied to choose every possession that I had
My name, Religion, and ethics
My looks, dress, and my life
My thoughts, my job, my partner, my time
Every Nook and corner of my privileged rights
Sooner they need grandchildren they said
Gender demanded, measured outlay costs
The intervals in between this chaos were the liberality of my surrounders
Society dragged my rights on the floor
They killed every 'thugs' not in control
Taught freedom to the prisoners
Donated abnormal norms

__Anz'ere__