Everyday the sun shines
We crack our jaws to wear a smile,
Our lips tear from the heat that radiates
From the beaming sun...
Keeping our bukled bonds in the bones of our heart.
We feel our skins with sour sweat from the depths of our eyes.
And we sew our torn wrappers with the rope of our needs.
Because the only colours that we've ever known,
Are those of the insecurities of the weaker sex!
The roads we've passed through,
Are tiled at the meray of our rude oppressors.
The masks on their faces read brothers, uncles, fathers, and husbands.
But we know that only a few haven't knives, tucked to the belt of their pants.
Many of them didn't only steal our flowers, but they trampled on them.
Those who tended to the water of the flowers,
Did so for the luxury of common bride price.
So, we were born as girls, yet some of us never died like the princesses we are.
We were rather sold out as wives, to shiver even in the sun at the cruelty of such legal slavery.
And day after day, our bloods would seize.
But the fruits we bore,
So many of them were nearly disregarded.
But then, we wait for when...
Our loins will speak with freedom of equal decisions.
For that time our waists will not only wack at the wealth of the real men,
But spin around the specter of dignity for every folk.
Util the day our fathers don' t sell us, but give our hands in marriage.
Even until the times we're not locked up inside the other rooms alone.
But allowed to sit out at the pleasure of our dreams,
Until then, we wait for when.
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