She was told not to dream beyond,
But she did, she dreamt of the stars,
Of the moon and she dreamt
Of the lovely paradise restricted for her.
Her skin colour was always unknown
And all the bruises were to blame for.
It was her fault, they said and she believed.
She believed she was a curse,
Denial would scrape her skin,
So she believed that this was her only fate.
With quiver in her voice she kept repeating,
"I want to die, I want to die, I want to die,
I want to die, I want to di-"
(Ps: It's just work of my imagination and it has nothing to do with my real life)