What am I meant to be, Whats my existence is all for. All my life I kept thinking, What my life is all about. At 6,I thought life is good, All I did was smiled and played. At 12,I realised I need to Cover. My visible body parts can offend others. This uncle,that aunty The whole lot of chauvinist party. The double standards shouted loud, And then I found myself screwed a lot. At 18,I saw the lustful eyes Ripping out me inside out, At 28,I realised my husband’s mind Was never the less than those blinds. His mother,his sister Tyranny was all around. And so much I wished then 'I would have died’. At 40,it was all home and child Working and scolding is all that I can find. At 55,I was left all alone By all them I gave my whole life upon. I was floating in depth of thought’s But Could...