BROKEN WINGS

Tonight I’ll stay awake
And collect my feathers
Of my wings which once were there
But now are broken

My first feather fell
When I was born to be a girl
A disgrace and an disappointment
A burden I was considered

My second feather fell
When I wasn’t sent to school
While my brothers flew high
I was caged

My third feather fell
When my hands were painted yellow
And neck was suffocated
Wit ha black thread

My fourth feather fell
As my body caught fire
Just an accident they said
They all were liars

My fifth feather fell
With the bath of a new bird
For me it was god’s gift
For other an evil curse

So, today I stand naked
As all my feathers have fallen
And my pretty wings
Have broken

This isn't the end
But the starting infect
Though my wings are broken
A bird is still flying