My Freedom ?

My Freedom?

Walls of words built, winds howl

Twiners of grief creep onto my soul

When my efforts to break wall

Remain useless, many hands pull me, I fall

Wounded, which nothing else can heal

Except freedom, to live, to speak, I appeal

Please! Take me not for a lifeless thing

I want to be free but not with broken wing

I’m oppressed, I’m abused yet I’m quiet

I’m fed up, I’m tired, and I can’t fight

Let me do but you don’t let me

You take me for a curse, leave me free

I’m little, I’m dependent, and I’m lame

You think, you can put on all the blame?

For I’m a GIRL, pointing out at me

Cursing me, that I can never be free...

Walls of words built, winds howl

Twiners of grief creep onto my soul

                                                                -Basilia