You decide our lives, you decide our deaths; you decide our honour and our shame
You decide our beginning, you decide our end; will you ever make amends?
You tell us how short our frocks should be; you show us how long our veil ought to be
You ask us to walk with our heads down; you chide us when we try raising an alarm
You put a check when we want to dance a little; you’re always wary of us flying high
We wriggle and struggle to push the boundaries by a little
But you return to seek revenge with a vigor unparalleled
You tell us if “we can” or “we-can’t” besides deciding if we “should” or “should not”
You elevate us to the stature of goddesses or reduce us to impure beings un-derserving of the sacred spaces
Now try being the wind beneath our wings, now give us some space to breathe
We will turn this world into a beautiful reality, together we can cherish its novelties
There’s hope this can come true, where we can be birds in the sky so blue.