I am a prisoner, in my own home.
I was born in a world of hate, someone else's throne.
Someone else is in charge of my life.
I make no decisions of my own.
I have no right of say.
I can have no favorites.
I am a prisoner, in my house-
Storred and kept away, hidden, like a mouse.
Someone else is in charge of my life.
I must act 'proper.'
I must be a lady.
'Remember who you represent! '
I am a prisoner, in my own home.
Born in a world of hate, someone else's throne.
Someone else is in charge of My life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alot of true feeling within this piece.. Stay strong! ! all the best J.L