Monday, September 09, 2013

The right to dream

Do not judge my hardened eyes
For they too see dreams
But mine will never come alive
Because I am a poor woman.

I do not belong in their world, they said
I come from the slums, they said
Here I was born, here I shall die.
Just as countless before me.

Perhaps they're right- But wait!
Who gave them the right
To tell me who I am
And who I should be?

I have but one life:
I won't let my past decide my future.
I shall break free, I shall fly
I shall do, Or I shall die.

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