SHALLOW SHADOW

 Oh, let me spin a yarn of great delight,

About a world where things are just so right.

In a land where fairness always prevails,

And she prove herself, as the story entails.

Why, oh why, must she prove her worth?

In this enlightened age, a land of mirth.

A realm where equality supposedly reigns,

Yet she must dance in society's chains.

She, a creature of immense grace,

Must prove her mettle in every space.

For in this world, so just and fair,

Her skills and talents need constant declare.

Oh, the joy of proving, again and again,

That she's just as good as any man.

In a world where equality's the norm,

She must navigate the relentless storm.

"Why, oh why," she wonders in dismay,

As she battles stereotypes day by day.

In this sarcastic ode, let's raise a toast,

To a world where proving is what matters most.

For she, a marvel of wit and might,

Must validate herself, terms of bright Shallow.

In this cosmic comedy, indeed is cold and shadow,

Proving herself is the eternal need.

So here's to the skeptics, the doubters, the crowd,

Who watch her journey, sometimes unbowed.

In this sarcastic verse, a truth unfurls,

That in proving herself, she conquers the world.