Another day
Filled with hopes of flying to the moon
But the only choice is to shove my black gown
And go sweep the streets for a piece of bread
Another day
Of collecting courage to leave this prison called marriage
But poverty and starvation keep binding me
Locking me into this cell forever
Another day
Looking bright but gloomy
Still have to shy away from my sexuality
Ignoring being called “Stabane”
Another
In this scary society