Alma
He made me follow his commands
And obligated me to become a housewife
I didn't have this life in mind, these were not my plans
He stopped me from achieving my goals. he didn't let me strife
Even though our son united us as a family,
I wanted to gain my sovereignty and be respected.
I traveled long days to Canterbury anxiously
Waiting to get blessed in hope of not getting rejected
This blessing has opened up my eyes to a new life
A life where I'm a women with a voice
Now that I'm independent I feel more alive
I'm no longer enslaved to him; I can make my own choice
I used to be one of many women being dominated
With this blessing my life is no longer complicated.
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