A FLAME YOU TRIED TO DIM

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