Birthdays are a big bust,
they bring promises and are never just.
You get criticized and mocked,
by those who stand by you un-rocked.
You’re getting old,
get married and don’t be so bold.
You’re wasting your time,
if you don’t get a job, its not a big crime.
Your husband will earn, coz that’s what men do
you think of children, coz that’s what women should do.
My protests and disagreements always go unheard,
and I feel like a clipped bird.
I know not how to fight anymore,
I grow alone ever so more.
Good times are near; I hope,
Or I swear, like every time I will elope.
I stand still, waiting and un-moving,
For when the time is right, there will be a new beginning.