Who Am I?

Who Am I? 

I am born with wings to aspire

But they've been flinched to fetter me in consequences so dire.

My lyrical soul ever desire to sing,

But I'm enforced to perch on a measured string. 

I also have voice to express undauntedly my choice

But they choke me with their bloodshot eyes, not to make noise.

I had sinewy of brain to call for revolution

But my feminine stigma inhibits to traverse the path of determination. 

I'm a mortal of plenary senses, not doomed to cry,

I can crush barriers to reach the summit for

I'm woman, I can defy.