Woken

Hidden like a chemise was my chivalry,

Has knowledge of the thumping, my chest did feel.

Fearless heart pumped inside my corpse of bravery,

My soul awaits hope, for my wounds to heal.

Like a pendulum, my emotions swung,

Between my warrior mind and peaceful heart,

Tears were the only string on which I was hung.

Lord! Give womb to a man if lie says my tongue.

Immortal and powerful as a Goddess is a disguised female.

Consider me the essence of a rose, without which they turn pale.

Blemish would no longer affect my path, all I need is get started.

I prepare myself, as now the reign of the men has departed.

The voice of my conscience has woken me.

Fight for rights, is what I must do rather than flee.

If gone are the sobs and sadness I then claim my victory.

I'm triumphant if my zeals become history.

My amiable and vivacious view of a new world is vivid.

Longing for the veneration of a woman is either dead or placid.

Their prayers have turned unfaithful and made me timid.

Struggle for my freedom begins that no one can forbid.