For thirteen years of my life
Every morning, afternoon and evening
I was taught to fight the good fight and to do what is right
When I was a second old, I fought with the atmosphere
To breath the substance that would later be known as air
When I was four , I fought with the boy next door
I didn’t know the gender bais then of how to treat men
When I was ten, I fought sleep with the strongest bend
I went to school with a new intent, to learn from right to wrong to right , again
When I was thirteen, I fought to keep my skirts clean
They told me the red on it is a sign of shame and to see it would be a sight of gross pain
When I was sixteen, I fought to keep my fears hidden
The new found love was soon forgotten. It wasn’t important they told me to speak your heart out if you felt lonely.
When I was eighteen, I fought for my freedom
To choose the subject that I wanted to read then. To hold a pen and paint the world red, to stand on stage and sing high of the latest fake trend.
I am twenty now, now I fight for the most basic of rights.
Right to stay out to watch the sun set, right to stand with my friends in a place where fear is nothing but a lost forgotton mythological trend, I seek for peace in people and places that try to be free, I fall in love with every song I hear , I fall for every book I read.
Fight the good fight and do what is right. They taught me at school for thirteen years you see. Somethings are just so hard to forget even after you cross those blue gates of Ramnee.