From customs to beliefs
Traditions and culture…
the need to break free beckons me…
The chains that tie me
Sometimes try to suffocate
The need to break free
Makes me almost desperate
The knots that restrict me
Try to stifle and throttle
For the wind is ripe
And the horizon beckons
Teasing me with hints of what can be
Tempting me with dreams
And making me hope…
The hand that holds me
Its grip now strongholds
It’s strength overpowering
Short of demeaning
The scars on the outside
Only a fragment of the wounds beneath
Break free I scream,
Like the water that erodes
Consistently and diligently
Work towards breaking free…
Yapping to Penning 