I am My Mother's Savage Daughter

 I am my mother's savage daughter

The one whom everyone seeks after

They silence me,asking me to cut hair

Yet they know this is not at all fair


I wear my ladyhood crown with pride

For this i have got nothing to hide

They want to tax my beauty and blood

To no longer afford cosmetics and pad


I stand out to be counted with other women

Leading protests against these bold conmen

They must feel and see our wrath fully

Even though us they are trying to bully


You can arrest me but my mothers blood 

Protects me. It fiercely flows like a flood

Sweeping everything  on it's path

Not bullets can scare me. Even death!


I am my mother's savage daughter

I protest for my  happily ever after

I protest for your and yours' better future

You who is shooting me and  my mpiga picha


I fight so that your daughters will smile

As they pilot planes for many a mile

As they occupy spaces in the tech field

Why not join hands and fight this feud?




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