Girls

All their dreams are band

Of the opera, travel, and all imaginable

Longing from the kitchen where they stand

Tasked with putting food on the table

Living in fear, scarred and beaten

Little girls gimpse their fate

While childhood is now they know it will come and men

Will cause them to suffer like their mothers filled with hate

Moms suffer

Knowing that they could have

That they would have

That they should have

Girls know they have no choice

But to grow up and become one under men

Depressed and oppressed, they will endure the like

From husbands and fathers who will keep them out of the light