When I was a young wheel-flower
You were a vicious beast with a lust devour
You dripped with devil’s caprices
Ripped my blossom body to pieces

Brutal force was use to open my flower-walls
A gust of wind blew inside me like black squalls

Confusion rushed into my eyes
You wore your cheap words disguise
Lighting pain of thunder swallowed my body
My crying soul was disembodied

Streets of pain offered no rescue
You broke my angel-ingénue
We were on a see-saw
I was imprisoned by a grey law

Would there be a new dawn
I was a porcelain pawn

The brown snake returned frequently for three years
There was no remorse
You build a brick wall in my mouth
You married in the south

I played hide and seek for years behind the silent curtain
You were never a gentleman
I’m not a victim
I embraced activism