She didn't like where she came fom
The smell of poverty, the curse of ignorance
Like a cloak draped round her every move
She stumbled and struggled.
But defience and armour were hers too.
From deep within there screamed a voice
These are not yours.
Take back your curses evil witch
You bore no good you stupid *****,
Take back your prattle, rattle
Now within your empty coffin.
For you are gone but I am free
Not tribe not blood not place not kin
Expose the soul that lies within.