In the realm of strength, a woman stands,
Her spirit is unyielding, like shifting sands.
Independent, she walks her chosen path,
Yet, whispers arise, a critical aftermath.

Relatives gather, with judgments in tow,
Their words are like arrows, a relentless blow.
A woman, free-spirited, with dreams to chase,
Yet, they question her choices, her every embrace.

"Too bold," they say, "too strong, too free,
In this traditional world, where should she be?"
Her independence, a threat to their mould,
A tale of criticism, relentlessly told.

But within her heart, a flame burning bright,
Unfazed by opinions, like the fading night.
Her dreams, like stars, illuminate the sky,
She'll soar on her wings, never asking why.

For in her independence, a strength untold,
A story of resilience, a spirit bold.
She weathers the storms of judgement's disdain,
Emerges stronger, like a steadfast refrain.

Relatives may critique, their words may sting,
Yet, in her independence, she finds her wing.
A dance of courage, a song of self-discovery,
She's the author of her tale, a narrative of victory.

So let them criticise, their words may flutter,
But her independence, an anthem, she will utter.
A symphony of freedom, a melody so clear,
In the face of criticism, she'll persevere.

With a voice resounding, she'll pierce the sky,
A cry of victory, as her wings defy.
Centuries of discrimination, silenced and gone,
She'll rise, she'll conquer, like the breaking dawn.

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