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Shackles on my wrist,
The four walls caging me in like a fist.
Voice left unheard,
Never to be seen.
Silenced, told that this is a women's place,
to only display a pretty face.
Stay speechless and silent,
Never be heard or seen,
as that is a women's place in this world.
But I know I won't stay silent,
These shackles can't hold me down.
Once again the tide is changing.
All I know is I won't remain speechless.
You wish to see me fall but I will rise,
The cage will be opened and I will fly tall in the sky.
I won't crumble and fall but learn to sail with these broken wings.
(Inspired by Aladdin).
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