Woman

Tell me, woman, what do you do,

When you're at the verge of bawling out,

But you have to put up a composed stout?

Your happiness is not your responsibility,

But you have to care for the joy of the city?

When you can't clothe yourself as you like,

Worrying about the neighbor's spite.

You're called selfish and a vamp,

For keeping up the self-love game.

Tell us woman, how do you live for others,

When everything around is a bother?

When you are not allowed to speak,

For you belong to a different gender?

Exploitation is casual; you live together.

Woman, how do you hold yourself back,

Uptight and without a slack?

Respect is too little a word,

For all the sacrifices yet unheard.

For if faith could move a mountain,

You're bigger than faith and that's certain.