Before a thousand grasping hands
In a glaring light she stands
Trying hard to meet demands
Defenseless more and more each time
Desecration is their crime
Vandalizing every rhyme
Becoming someone else outside
Hoping to protect and hide
What they smile at, then deride
Awaiting still some unknown sign
When she'll use her chance to shine
How should she her life define?
No one's woman yet.