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.....