I want you to hear me For my voice to roar over the crowd I want you to see me To be more than just an epiphany I’m not the darling pearl you dream of I’m too restless for the clams you confine me to For I am made for more than love But not strong enough to keep some I dream of reaping the crops I sew Of being strong enough to carry my plough But you brand me with a diamond and bow Confining me to only a party gown I want you to take me And all of my thoughts and passions But I am just a Woman I am not fit for those fashions.