Each day I see how my agency is derailed.
It is crushed and crumbled under the weight of my silence,
It is withered away by the fright of unseen violence,
It is waned under my subservient thumb,
It is ruined by the might of capitalist drum.
It is dwindled by patriarchal thunder,
It is pushed into the walls of household honour.
Each day I see it is slipping away from my hands,
Each day I wish, I would take a stand.