My Life, My Throe

I am grateful I was born Flung in doleful Ferocious land Born to face ignominy, To be deceited By licentious village boys Who are only born to ice I was born a girl I wish I were not With abhor I look myself Born in threat Meant to struggle Their voices mumble And i'm left idle My feelings are rose I crumble Of course i'm scorned I stumble I bled, I lost my dignity My blood is blemished I'm violent, up to infinity No longer calm, I'm into crime Because I'm female I was given life. I was given life, And I was given pain Hell hath no fury Like a woman scorned Because she was born in pain, She was born in struggle