Join us in honoring some of the top entries for the PUMA #BornToProvoke contest which gave winners a really tough fight.

<<RuhiUDD>>

I'm Changing

There is fire in my eyes, yes I'm burning

There is a red flag zone, yes I'm challenging

A spark in my soul, yes I'm igniting

A powerful cause, yes I'm seeking

I'm burning the ways, making new rules

Hitting the old with something brand new

I'm chasing the dreams, living new streams

Shadowing the broken ones with my gleam

I'm lighting the time, making it mine

Giving myself all reason to live

A woman, I'm proud

A giver no doubt

No limits to stop

A change, that's what I've brought.

A breakthrough is when I make up my mind

A trending style is when I steal it with shine

A glamorous win is when I keep crossing those lines

Lines that bind me

Lines that cage me

Lines that are meant to disgrace me

I'll cross them once, I'll cross them twice

When change is brought, a million times.

I'm making a path for those who are lost

I'm giving a smile to those I've fought

I'm breaking the cage to free those wings

Meant to fly beside the king's

Can you fight? Yes I can

Are you strong? Yes I am

Can you love? More than you

You are free, Oh! I knew

A woman, I'm proud

A giver no doubt

No limits to stop

Change, that's what I've brought.

I'm soft as a feather

Hard as a rock

You push me down

I'll rise

Before I touch the ground

I'm not rebelling, I'm initiating

A fairness only fair can see

A judgment only some can feel

Something nice that this world needs

A challenge to those who see red as green

Old is the fuel my new requires

Old is the gold my jewelry admires

A stepping stone to the next level

Is the challenge I rise, to see the change.

I'm changing.

<<AmberKaylaWilliams27>>

She ran towards the railway track, tears falling from her eyes mixing with the blood from the split lips. She collapsed on the ground, looking at the running train with hate, only if she could be free.

She looked on the advertisement banner mounted on the opposite side, reading nothing but being mesmerized by the collage of pictures. She ran again this time with determination back to the slum where she lived. It was the first day she didn't cry when the hurt or hit her but instead smiled.

Every morning she would run, race with the trains, running farther away.

They never saw her win, just her handicap, like losing one arm could ever stop her.

She ran faster towards seizing her life, and they only tried to drag her down.

After receiving the scholarship she never came to the slums until today. With dread in her heart she knocked on the door of her house, which didn't open for her, turning around there was only content not bitterness in her heart. She ran away from the slums for the last time a wide smile on her face, stopping at the place from where it all changed. Many advertisements had hung there with a new one being just tied on and coincidentally there was her picture of running on the tracks among the college of others, but today she did read what was written below the collage and smiled .

Born to provoke. Born to prove.

<<Archimage0_0>>

Born To Provoke

Said you're a loser, you're a mess;

You're a showpiece,

Look at your dress.

Told me I was born a slave-

Keep your dreams at bay;

Don't be free, behave;

No, I won't hideaway

So listen what I say:

Bona fide, lioness

Deadly beast, I'm fearless,

Call me cold, call me rogue

I'm bold, born to provoke!

Your crooked rules, I break

Now you see me thrive.

No, don't you try taming this storm,

Shell wreak havoc,

You've been warned!

Bona fide, lioness

Deadly beast, I'm fearless;

Call me cold, call me rogue,

I'm bold, born to provoke!

<<Irresist>>

Black and White

There used to be one movie on the TV every Sunday and she waited for it eagerly. The rest of the time, static was all you got. Those buzzing dots bring back memories of simpler, harder times.

"That one movie was all the entertainment I had as a child," she reminisces, her eyes afar.

Sometimes she wonders how things worked out for her. She laughs, but pain peeks out from under that mirthless sound—of innocence gone, of childhood lost.

What do you expect from an orphan girl living during a difficult time? A girl who had never seen her father and whose mother died when she was two. Raised by her sister in a frigid downtown area, without regular electricity or water supply. A land forgotten even by those who inhabit it. What do you expect?

Not much. Another tragic story in a world full to the brim with suffering.

Studying in the freezing room of her small house, her eyes straining under a small lamp, her small body curled up against the cold, she wanted to make it big. She had hopes, hopes no-one could seem to crush out of her.

After scoring the highest in the college entrance test for Medicine, there was no stopping her. Today, a successful doctor and the Head of the Department in a prominent Medical College of the state, she still doesn't rest. She pushes against the world with her bare hands.

Nothing has stopped her yet. Her mind is resilient, it fights. It stumbles, it falls, it never surrenders.

From counting the weeks one movie at a time, to now, this is an unconventional story of an unconventional woman. An unknown story, but not a quiet one. Of undying spirit and of eyes that always look to the stars.

<<5098_detsiwt>>

She Made It

Her arms flew at the speed of lightning, pulling him down. His breath was laboured, while her own were steady. She made her last move before he recovered, pinning him down with the weight of her body.

The crowds went wild, they were all cheering for her, after all, she had won, hadn't she? She made a name for herself, like she said she would, she scaled the mountains that no one ever could before. She proved them wrong.c

The regret of leaving her home, that had faded over the period of many years in training, now turned to dust and disappeared.

The scars of her childhood, that haunted her nightmares, terrified her no more, because she knew she is more than her fears, she is more than her pain, and she is more than a reflection of the people who had hurt her. She had defeated the champion wrestler. He was no more undefeated, and she was no more a prisoner of the society's rules.

The path she paved for herself will light the way for many more, and they will thank her for it.

The people who pulled her down will now raise her on their shoulders to celebrate her victory.

The people who told her off will now bow their heads in shame, but what they don't know, is that every insult they spat at her, only fueled the flame that had started in her heart. She never backed down, and she found her paradise.

<<incen_dia>>

"Ready?"

Run, run, run

For the search of your own,

Run to the unending path, no matter

how bad your fortunes frown.

But the tracks you'll be sprinting on,

Embellished with thorns, ready to be torn

Your skin will be mocked

Your body, stalked

whimpering, your heart weeps

but then,

your tears will be blocked

They'll laugh, they'll chuckle

Satanic lust, so ready to tear,

Fight it girl, be unbreakable

but, don't swing from the chandelier

Fight for your domain

time is on its knees,

You are a bloody hurricane

don't settle with a breeze

Melt the iron chains

enough being caged,

Ignite the extinct fire,

build a sword, again.

Run, run, run

criticized by sinners,

decorated with opinions

Isn't it fun?

Run, run, run

Are you ready, hun?

<<AppleaHead>>

She ran for She knew

Two samosas, one plate

She ran for she knew,

Her brother wouldn't hesitate

To gobble up both

His or Hers, didn't matter a lot

Two students, one chair

She ran for She knew

Her classmate wouldn't care

To keep her place

Or stay out of her space

Two garlands, one bride

She ran for She knew,

Her husband wouldn't abide

To her dream and desire

Or keeping the flame of her fire

Two pages, one story

She ran for She knew,

He would never worry

Before shushing her and telling his tale

He'd always done so, in every epic, in every fairytale

But she watered her feathers till they grew

None could hold her down, so far above she flew

Hers is the last gold

Hers is the tale now told

In invisible ink they always drew

There's no pink, there's no blue

And She ran for this, She always knew.

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