The Daughter of Eve - the misconception

I was told I am strong I was told I can fly

But all I am allowed to do now is only imagine to fly high

I was told I can conquer I was told I can roar

But all I am allowed to do now is to be silent and see the house chore

I was made to cherish the world I was supposed to carol

But I am myself so miserable I wish I could go back to my cradle

I tried my best to spread the bliss I tried and tried for everything I was destined

But nothing in this world blissed me out for now I know I am chained and tired.

a poem by JAWERIA