May 26, 2013

Hold on

I committed a sin the day I was born
I was born a girl……

Brought up to fit a mould
Of duties and expectations
Put down for giving opinions
Humiliated for having desires
Learning the art of self sacrifice
In the hope of being loved…

Like a puppet on a string
Turning this way and that
Following choices already made
Without the freedom to choose…
Going through expected motions
With emotions locked inside

In a life where nothing is mine
I have my dreams to hold on to
Dreams of making a difference…
Dreams of hope and love…
I send them out into the world
To be broken and trampled upon

Yet they come back smiling
As I refuse to give up and let them go…