Just one day ago
Just another tear shed...

Echoes
of our chilling...

Intolerance
Corrupted mentality...

Women's power is not in-existent, it is hidden...
For centuries blood has been shed for acquirement...

It breeds inside every inch of their hearts
It is the dirt imprinted on their rags of clothes...

Tears are what are left behind
From Dear Saint Nicholas...

And although the pain doesn't show
The hurt it is still there...

Inhale, exhale
I watch as he taps...

Enveloped in a intricate cocoon
Bound by the unbreakable forces...

I am just another identity
Lost in a crowd...

It feels as if it were yesterday
That I shed so many tears...

We will watch the blood drip from our palms
The blood of those with lips bearing equality...