I ask why,
How come
I must abide by

Your controlling hands,
Your dictating commands

I ask why,
Must I comply  
When I have red eyes

After unshed tears,
And many fears  

I ask why,
Do my adolescent thighs
Serve to satisfy

Your impure cravings
Your need for engravings

I ask why,
After years of outcry,
We were given the blind-eye