The other day I wanted to sing
Mum said my voice didn’t quite have the zing.
The other day I wanted to dance
“Behave yourself”, said Granny for my skirt blew too much.
The other day I wanted to hike
Daddy said I’d rather be home, read and write.
The other day I wanted my hair cut short
“You will look so ugly”, pat came the retort.
The other day I wanted to kiss a boy
I was considered too fast and asked to act coy.
The other day I said I looked pretty
“Over-confidence”, they said and “Oh so petty!”
The other day I came home late
Dark eyes bored into me, a lot of contempt, a bit of hate.
The other day I was thirty and single
They assumed my consent and thought I was ready to mingle.
The other day I said no to a baby
“Something’s not right with her, infertile maybe?”
The other day I became the boss at work
“There are tricks up her skirt”, they said with a smirk.
The other day I looked at the mirror
I loved what I saw for this one for sure is a killer!
