Brave Woman

Weakness in my soul held down form bold moral convictions A woman is here to be sold Is what the merchant says to gain attention Despair is heavy in the air I can smell the discrimination While being the prime example of an outspoken slave behold My children watch from the audience with anguish filled stares I look at them with my motherly glare do not be shaken or scared This is a dreadful moment in your lives but do not cry Remember me as your mother who fought for her rights.