These were always mine

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 .

What are you looking for?