Chained I was, chained I am.
But will I be always chained?
Tired I got each moment,
trying to be someone else
rather than just be me.
Concealed was my heart and soul,
Concealed was I from world
But the fire inside me threatens to
Consume me before it die;
and I stop to think “why?”
Why the black hands of society
Tortures and traps me?
Why am I suppressed from
doing what I want in life?
Is it because I am a lady?
Is it because I am a burden to society?
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