Mulan
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Internal cries enveloped through the wind
Dahlias dancing to the whistling river
The horizon is overtaken by mountains
And I stand here a simple weed
The Chinese flag, deserted on the ground,
Bodies littered, blood seeping into the earth,
And with no innocent life to be found,
Lay the cities, without a single warm hearth,
I am my father's daughter
I no longer have the long hair he tied up for me, no space to put the jade pins and flowers
His own sword was held in my hand as I changed my hair, as I changed my identity
Once upon a snowy night
The Mongols were ready for a fight
Our brave hero, Mulan
Was a heroine all along.
But how could an act like that become undiscovered?
When she has so much things having to be covered?
If only, Mulan, you kept your long silky hair
You could be Rapunzel, not a soldier in despair
Look at her shiny golden locks
Meanwhile, you’re surrounded by cocks
Mulan, a girl, not nearly a queen
She gave up her place and put priorities aside
Foolish Maybe, but wonderful you see
To fight for her passion for her love and for her father
She became an inspiration for many
