The angel had me in his arms safely,
As we made our way down to the world.
He caressed my cheek and smiled at me,
"You're God's most beautiful creation, little one."

I opened my eyes ready to live;
Feeling that I was something special.
But the disappointed looks made me cry,
"Oh well, it's a baby girl."

I looked around to find that angel,
But he had left me and flown away.
A man came and consoled my parents,
"It's okay, must have been a bad day."

Since childhood I am always labeled
On every step of my life,
"You're a burden, the unlucky one."
Every time with that, I was buried alive.

It's the cowards who can't accept the fact
And uses a woman for his desires.
They hide their faces when their daughter is born
While they feel manly beating up their wives.

I don't need sympathy on being a woman,
I may look delicate but I am strong inside.
I spit on their cursed faces and thoughts
**For I am a woman; the symbol of pride.