Mama, I hear the field is green and the roses are red
The wildflowers are growing in the farmlands and
I just wonder when the girls will be one, Mama
When will the girls be like the boys?
Free like the air with a voice of authority
When will I truly live?
Mama, why cannot the girls be like Papa,
Working day and night to be somebody
Let me run till my feet grow weary
Let me fly till my wings grow faint
There is more to me as there is to life but
Doing nothing and being ill-informed is going to eat me up like a canker worm
Tell me Mama, am I just a sold out slave to nothing and everybody?
A help mate you say I am but how can I help when
I am just a bag of culture, religion, norms and limitations.
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