Sometimes you are their Madonna
But you will always be known as somebody’s Magdalene.
A totem of world’s desire, the beauty full of sin.
Never they try to unveil what’s beneath the surface
And never they have longed to.
You’d rather be bruised and paraded,
Than to see how far you’d go once unleashed.
Air is your ally
Silence is all the music to your ears.
An attempt to resist remains unheard.
The frequent excuse is, you were asking for it.
Your mind is wrapped in soft chiffon,
The sacred blanket to keep one away from stain.
Hoops and chains of gold glisten on your
The proof that you’re far from being just plain.
It is said in every home
You are the crown itself that shines alone.
You are the refuge to those who dwell in the dark,
To those who are blind, they seek your light.
You are more than just what you think you are,
In whatever place you are put, you are a stellar.
Fighting for what is right is what you live for,
You may cry and you may break,
But you keep going with vigor.
You are the mother every child loves,
The daughter, whose parents are so proud of.
There is a young man, thankful to have a sister in his life,
Nonetheless on your own,
You conquer the world’s chaos,
For you are not giving in without a fight.
You are worthy of love and respect,
Whatever choice you make.
Your woes are heard, you will be celebrated
Their time is up, it’s your turn to take the stage.
For this, for everything
You have come so far.
You are the woman.
Yes, that is what you are!