Grant me freedom, the freedom of choice.
Freedom to be born and the freedom of voice.
Give me the freedom to do things on my own,
Give me the gift of confidence, when I am little and when I am grown.
Raise me wise, free from the charities of traditions.
Just let me be myself, free from chivalry, free from protection.
I am not some inanimate possession, neighbor’s envy and owner’s pride,
I am very much a thinking soul, bearing all difficulties in my stride.
I could be skinny or voluptuous; I could be dusky or fair,
I could be athletic or feminine, fully clad or willingly bare.
My brain lies at the same spot as yours, my heart too right there.
I am more than my chest and butts, so make your judgement, I don’t care.
Wake up and look – open wide those narrow eyes,
I am flesh and bone like you, no fallen angel or sacred goddess of the skies.
I am human; humanity is born of my womb,
I am free to chart my own odyssey, from my birth to my tomb.