Can I dream anymore?
Can I go out and do what I wish?
Father says stars aren’t to look at;
They are for signaling time to sleep
He says women are to be displayed;
But not spoken with
He says beauty is for a man to decide;
Not for a woman to feel
If I could dream anymore
Will father stop sending his guards
To look after me
After picking a blade of grass from afar
If I could dream anymore
Would father allow it?
Father thinks strict roles are necessary;
Not letting us grow
He thinks all other opinions are invalid;
That he is all-knowing
He thinks it’s okay to be impolite to woman and rude
Because nobody had the courage to stop him