Already, the world was against her,
she had to deal with plenty of don'ts,
don't dream too high, you will be under a man,
don't put on that kind of clothes, you will make a man fall,
don't look too beautiful, only whores look too beautiful,
don't have options, a girl is created to please her husband,
don't be too strong, strength looks bad on you,
don't be too bold, boldness isn't feminine,
don't patronise your happiness, it will scare away men,
don't don't don't, all kinds of rules she had to obey
like a military personnel.
Felt like her life was for others to live, while she spectate.
So, when he pounced on her like she was his horse,
took over her body like it belonged to him,
dug her private parts vigorously like an animal,
refused to pay attention to her crying pains,
and chose his pleasure over her tears,
all her pleadings fell on deaf ears.
She lost it, and couldn't move past this one,
this very one took what's left of her,
and turned her into a puzzle she can't solve.
...now she's asking; "who am I, what am I, whose am I?"