Kite.

Sometimes I wonder How could I make a kite fly Even when weighed down by a boulder How could I make these diseased things happy They want money and my everlasting plea to be their servant I must be their maid, wife, confidant No longer will I be Patronized by a country with horrid beliefs So shackle me down, strip me of my clothes and break my crown Tell the whole town, how I failed to be like everyone else Maybe if I wonder My kite will be over the hills Way down yonder