Lady Gaga's mama told her when she was young
"We're all born superstars"
But my mama stared down at me and told me I was born a trouble.
She told me that 9 to 5 job is my aim and I'd be damed if I thought of something other than them
She told me that my life is for my husband, his parents,our kids and then their kids
I took a little courage and asked her,"b-but what about me?"
To which she replied, "You don't get one. "
And I don't know if I had been dreaming or it was a deja vu but I heard a hint of sadness in her voice,
Like her heart cried for me
But she hid it well under the lecture on how women are to sacrifice.

My mama tells me that I have a creative mind
just think less and be more submissive
Obseve less and do more activities
And by activities she means the laundry, vacuuming, cooking and smiling like you're not on the second day of your period and you don't need a plaster for your fractured stomach.
My mama is the manipulative inseptor who knkws every way to drag me to the "right track " but fails to realise that
I'm on the right track baby I was born this way.

I was anything but what my mama expected if me;
I was a naive rebel she had a heard time keeping in check
I was the bird she drowned in the sea then complained I always hold my breath
I was the star of the universe she kept in a jar like somw firefly
I was the tallest skyscraper that would fall in one blow because I was built too high.
I was the typewriter who'd do the work but didn't know how to work in silence
I was the smallest mouse in the house with the roar of a lioness
I was a naive rebel to her who didn't think before she speaks
I was her daughter with the characteristics of a son she had wished me to be.

But my mama's just one of the too many who thinks that I should remain in the shadows
She's just one of the too many who thinks my dresses are too short
My mouth works too fast
My head is held too high
My shoulders are too relaxed for a girl
My heart is closed for the world.
But I don't blame her because she is just looking out for me
She knows that this society will be a hell for me if I don't bend the way they bend me.
She knows that I have a point but dismisses my thoughts so I won't be encouraged to take the thorny road.
She knows those cramps hurts like hell but life is gonna hurt more so I can't lose my smile just because of them.
She knows I'm not rebelling but fighting for what's rightfully mine she wishes I didn't have to fight for
She knows that there's something in life that I could be but is just scared that I will be stumbled on
And I know her heart cries for me because of that.

Mama,
I will not make those 9 to 5 my aim
Because you know I can do better than them
My life is for me to live and I will not let someone tell me otherwise
I have a creative mind and I will let the thoughts wonder by
Mama, I am a free bird born to fly
I am the brightest star of the night sky
I am the tallest skyscraper standing hight after the storm has passed by
I'm the typewriter typing what others tend to hide.
I may have the loudest voice but my silence, my silence wouldn't make any difference
Because my silence speaks louder than the roar of the lioness.
Mama, I'm sorry I'm not the son you wished me to be
But I'm your daughter with whose eyes you'll someday see the world
I'll be a dim light so that I won't hurt your eyes
But I will know the times when I'll have to shine bright
I will hold my head high because papa always said I had nothing to be ashamed of
I will have my mouth speaking but only with a lot of thinking
I will have my shoulders relaxed because my burden would only grow if I let them
And I will learn to open my heart mama if you'd let yours free
And Mama, I'll always fight for what's rightfully mine
I will not follow the rules they'd set up before my time
I will take the thorny roads to hell mama if it means living free.
Because I don't want your heart to cry anymore for me.