I am growing...

I was born as daffodils
With the same resilience
Bringing a sprint of hope.
I was coloured blood red
and my skin was imparting
the shades of pink.
The first attire covering me naked
Was my mother's shawl
And the second was a Barbie dress
to content my father's wish.
In a couple of years,
I realised I am not the same as my sister.
Later, I acquired the variance between
the dolls and the bikes
I started siding me from badminton court
To cricket grounds.
Now, I know I am superior
as I am melanin and not pink
And my sister is the one suppressed
as she is melanin and not pink
Reaching the adolescent, I learnt
What a vagina and what a penis mean
These days, I am growing and
I need a feminine soul to pave my
Masculine lust into.
Now the question is
Am I growing older or just ageing with society?
Whatsoever,
We say we are growing older
and sooner we'll dye
but this time not with lilies.