Women. Not A Prisoner
Women. Not A Prisoner


I always smile, no matter what is the hurdle's height..
I always wondered to be polite, but the situation makes me to fight ..
I am calm, a pure soul, but the hundred of devils arrives new storms..
I can't die, because I want to live more
But my life is having tangles which can't be sort by own...
I can do, but want your support
Women are meant to be praised, not to be scolded..
You can't afford the love of mother and wife....
Ask the orphaned how difficult a life
You always suppress my confidence and lights...
You won't be able to survive, if I as a mom don't take initiative to feel pain for months of nine.....