Some of you have problem with my face
For my lips are there on my face
Some of you have problem with my body
For your eyes are on my body
Some of you have problem with my schooling
For my rise is only through knowledge
Again some of you have problem with me working
For, my financial freedom is your worst nightmare
Again some of you have problem with my mood
And for you, my mood makes no difference
You never had problem while stoning us to death
And while we were helpless
and threw our babies over the airport fencing.
Now listen, it is my face, my body, my knowledge and my mood
These were always mine and your powers were nothing but, my alms,
And freedom has the uncanny knack of making the most irresistible offer .