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Daphne


Running numb Blind to the path in front of her Crushing everything she's been taught It's not fair... There's a prettier place where women can smile She hides in the alley and doesn't get caught She throws off her hijab Her hair blows in the dirty wind This is where a battle was fought She runs to the fields of grass Sweat trinkling down her face She didn't notice Staring into the stars she dreampt Dreampt of a life where girls Could dress with skin showing Women became CEOs An amazing change in life She was not turning back For goodness sake The ramifications would be deadly Instead she smiled and hummed the tune To "Hey Jude" She then blurted: "I too will become a CEO" "I won't be hidden under this headdress forever" Empowered, she threw her hijab in the puddle near-by "My name is now Daphne, Daphne is a pretty name."
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