My soul is left trembling,
My body writhes in pain,
Scars cover me,
These marks are not shown,
No on can see them,
They're the deepest kind of mark,
A mark on my spirit,
My soul,
My heart,
I may not be damaged physically,
But you take everything pure from me,
And leave me with nothing,
To others,
I seem fine,
No one knows the truth,
No one can see past my smile,
My shining eyes,
I, I am woman,
And you, you are man,
You feel it is in your power to do as you please with me,
You think of me as inferior,
To your "greatness",
The greatness that spills innocent blood for money,
The blood of those,
Whom I have created,
Someday we will rise,
Someday our true power will be known by all,
Someday we will be equal.
