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 buckled bonds in the bones of our hearts.
We feel our skins with sour sweats 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 mercy 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 water 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 the 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.
Until 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.