Dad warned me not to go away
But dad, I wanted to.
Mom stopped me to wear that dress
But mom, I wanted to.
I turned sixteen but still a child.
He of fourteen had all the rights.
I was not a born rebel but I was like as they wanted me.
Until I understood I was treated less than my brother.
A woman who is blessed with a miracle to give life.
Why don’t she has the right to live her life?
But now it makes me feel sick.
So sick….. So sick…..
Just because I am a poor girl. Just a poor girl.