Sometimes, the girl sitting in front of you
on the bus just wants to punch everything
so she can relieve her anger, but yet,
she remains quiet and composed,
as if nothing ever mattered.
Sometimes, the woman pushing the stroller
with crying kids wants to blow everything up,
but yet, she remains smiling through her tired
eyes and patience towards her children.
Sometimes, the old woman who's seen too much,
just wants to have the strength to take up a knife
and slit every man's throat, but yet, she sits
on the bench, brooding over her knitting.
Sometimes, the women just want to know peace,
even though they have violent thoughts for ending
themselves, they never act upon it, for they know,
it's not their fault, and they dare say nothing aloud,
in fear, they might be branded too emotional to live.
