The Scholar
Curious child, born out of the norms,
Daughter of a courtesan, her father unknown.
Eyes of the villagers
A vision of disgrace for the mother,
And a sight of disappointment for the child's future.
She fled away to protect her only daughter,
Born brilliant, a mischievous one.
Topped her homeroom and hung out with boys,
Stealing the chickens and the ducks.
Welcomed furious stares and angry neighbors.
A careful mother, cornered by allegations
A witch and her little demon,
Casting misery on their daily life.
Mother’s angry persuasions and steady progressions
Turned her into a scholar the town envied.
Away from her own perfection, she met a man,
Fell in love for the first time, deeply, madly.
Left her whole world for him,
To create another with him.
But war broke out, and her world crumbled
Into pieces, dreams torn apart.
He marched away with a gun on his back,
Leaving promises that he would return, unharmed.
Days turned to months, letters grew scarce,
She wandered the streets, searching for news.
A scholar, a thinker, now just a ghost,
Drifting through sorrow, counting the cost.
Then came the whispers, sharp as the bullet he took,
Her world shattered, beyond all reclamation.
No home to return, no arms to embrace,
Only silence, a fate unsealed.
Yet fire still burned within her chest,
Not just a lover, nor just a child.
She rose again, a mind unchained,
Defying the fate once so reviled.
Through ink and parchment, she carved her name,
Made his sacrifice an eternal flame.
A woman of wisdom, a tale untold.
Not just a shadow of men before her,
But a force of her own, fearless and bold.