A man's world

It's often said 'Its a man's world,

And I believed this growing up in a submissive land,

Raised by a patriachial family,

For whom I was no more than a wallflower,

Only to be trampled and crushed at every juncture,

I longed to see the world outside,

And fly a kite like the boy beside,

But I was a girl like no other boy,

And I knew my life would be no other ways,

I was born to breed for the future generations,

Ironically never to breed my own gender,

So why the stigma against me,

Why the injustice driven towards me,

There must be light somewhere the mind yells,

Yet the body does not quell,
And as I face my muted fate in antipathy,

I long to see my antitheses even if it isn't reality,

To feel her fierceness and strength,

For she is an antidote to my failing life,

A rebel in the living stifle.

Someday I know I will break free,

And reach her in my fleeing,

Our paths will cross someday I know,

And I will say to her for sure,

Thanks for your strength and perseverance,

I broke my rut in all deference,

I will then paint the world in my own shades,

And create my own striking portrait 

Here’s a polished version of your poem, refining the language while preserving the deep emotional and reflective themes about gender, freedom, and personal empowerment:

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**Breaking Free**

It’s often said, "It’s a man’s world,"  

And I believed this, growing up in a submissive land,  

Raised by a patriarchal family,  

For whom I was no more than a wallflower—  

Trampled and crushed at every juncture.  

I longed to see the world outside,  

To fly a kite like the boy beside,  

But I was a girl, unlike any boy,  

And I knew my life would be no other way.  

Born to breed for future generations,  

Ironically, never to breed my own kind.  

So why the stigma against me?  

Why the injustice thrust upon me?  

There must be light, my mind yells,  

Yet my body does not quell.  

Facing my muted fate in silent fury,  

I long to see my antithesis, even if unreal,  

To feel her fierceness, her strength,  

For she is the antidote to my dying spirit,  

A rebel in the suffocating stifle.  

Someday, I know, I will break free,  

And reach her in my flight.  

Our paths will cross, I am certain,  

And I will thank her for her strength and perseverance.  

I broke my rut, in all deference,  

Then I will paint the world in my own shades,  

And create my own striking portrait.