The warmth of my tears is known to my heart
For my cheeks are not privileged
The sound of my cry is known to my brain
For ears are forbidden

For no reason I was blessed
Blessed with the mask to wear
Together with the pain to bear
With no shoulder to lean on I am
For I am the shoulder to be leaned on
I am a pillar with rotten inside
Only the mask knows the description of the pain
The pain in my heart.

Pleasing is our specialty
Since anything less is cruel.
Living in our own world we are
Where sexually assaulted by women is called weakness
and the vice versa is violence
The world where eyes are witnesses
Witnessing women getting jobs with their skits and dresess
And the queue is where men belongs to with their pants
The world where blending in is the only option
Or forever hold your silence.

Thirsty for justice we are
But the courts are one way street
Deep down we would like to swallow our pride
Pride of being strong and tearless
But the world is deaf for my voice
Gender inequality sails free
For only the rich and women are entitled
While poor men get thunders of criticism
Criticism for speaking in forbidden tone.