Stuck

We tell young girls that their weddings will be the best day of their lives,

Not their graduation,

That one day they'll make some man very happy,

Not a woman,

We tell young girls that their lives are predestined,

That only certain things can make her whole,

They put us in the window to be looked at by men walking by on the street,

So they can pick which kind they want,

Never stopping to think,

That we are different,

And merely want to find our own fate in this world.