Free-falling into despair,
I stretch upwards gasping for air.
Reaching towards the source of light,
I welcome the soft glow through a long dark night.
Unfamiliar faces on a computer screen
Bearing tales of hardship
Of which I can only dream.
OPP's (Other People's Property),
Girls in bondage,
Poor, voiceless, destined to fail
Forming a chorus, a cry, a wail.
Give me a chance,
I am girl,
I am woman,
Respect my needs!
Igniting a small flame, as the soft light burns
I float to the light, with face upturned.