My being is that of a girl,
Lips look down at me on birth.
I am placed under arrest,
Since birth as initiative from me is wrest.
I hurt from their words,
Freedom like many a caged bird.
My body struggles in pain,
At to prevent me flight to attain.
My emotions are gathered into a shell,
From all I live so I may not tell.
My heart weighs a ton,
On with abuse into submission.
My spirit bleeds in profusion,
It bears the scars of many a contusion.
And yet my dreams speak of freedom,
Though I face and love seldom.
My dreams I can clearly see
Right across the sky and sea.
And I hold these dreams securely
When they are I’ll be ready.
I will strive and struggle
I will face all the trouble.
I will not let go my dreams,
I must not be, my mind screams.
No matter what the price
I must not be but must rise.
And so I hold my will strongly
It will one day be for helping me.
My dreams and my will; I am no more alone
My voice will no longer be a moan.
Some day I know I too will have my song
No more, I’ll soar, before much long.