Unchaining Herself

Within the walls, her world was confined

To serve others, her role was defined

To cook, to wash, to clean, to sweep

 Finding corner, solitarily she would weep

Used, abused, beaten, slapped

Body, soul, shadow trapped

Her ritual of the day, whatever men would say

No one bothered, she died everyday.

When did she break, out of her den

When did she learn, to stand beside the men

How did she know, to gain control over her tears

Was it all of a sudden, or a pain of thousand years

Now she has become, what she had never been

She talks like the king, she walks like the queen

She speaks, she thinks, she craves, she aspires

She dreams, she loves, she works, she desires

But there are thorns, and wolves on the street

There are frightening eyes, not easy to defeat

Will she fall back, will her courage die?

But she has got her wings, she is ready to fly.

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