YOU SAY \"WOMAN IS THE ORNAMENT OF THE HOUSE\"
BUT YOU DON\'T TRULY LET US SHINE;
YOU SUPPRESS OUR GLOW TO LOOK SUPERIOR.
YOU CALL US CLICHÉ.
OUR VOICES-TOO LOUD AND BOLD
OUR DREAMS -TOO HIGH, YOU SAY.
BUT IT\'S NOT OUR VOICES THAT HURT-
IT\'S YOUR EARS THAT CAN\'T BEAR THE TRUTH
YOU SAY WE\'RE TOO MUCH
BUT IT\'S YOUR HURRICANE THAT WRECKS THE ROOM;
THEN BEGS TO BE CALLED
\"PROCESS OF RECONSTRUCTION\"
YOU PRETEND THAT YOU CARE, BUT YOU ARE
\'THE BLACK HOLE \'
THAT SWALLOWS OUR LIGHT.
BUT NOTHING CAN SUPPRESS THE LIGHT OF THE SUN
AND NO FLAME STAYS QUIET FOREVER.
-REBELLIOUS SOUL