INCARCERATED.
Pen with some small gravity i gave it Wavy and light like a candle i believe it was the only tool that will bring light to this girl. So pen speak Tell them when poverty left, you had to write Tell them what was left wrong is now right For the live news will one day be fact files For the great studies will be one day pact in files Am speaking for that young A girl born in the middle of nowhere A place she wouldn't want to knowhere Her life Seemed to have been prophesied with a prophet of doom She was too tired too cry. Her heart constricted painfully She was too angry for the world and for whatever was controlling her fate Her feet always dirty, she was destinied to make wrong steps She had no future but she learnt to live for tomorrow She wished to have heard education For she always knew education is the Key But now the bourgeois changed the locks Symbols of predicaments popped out of her vains She was worse than very course veins...