Why I Outdoors
Why I Outdoors
I am eighteen, not a child,
My painful story all is piled.
It's my husband, who beat me and also hit me,
All are being observed, but society can't see.
Am I lucky, am I an evil woman,
I stay with family, although I live in a cage.
Every day I cry, and tears fall down like rain,
doing such heinous work, what will you gain?
Oh! God lift me up from here,
May I get a happy life after going there?