Why do I jump when you say jump?
Why do I cower when you raise your voice?
You are my puppeteer and I am your slave.
It shouldnt be this way.
We should be equal in our existence.
You are my husband yet you have become my oppressor.
I do not owe you anything.
You do not deserve the righteousness that you demand.
Why do you order my respect, when you have not worked for it.
It is time for me to rise.
I will fight, I will conquer.
I will become my own puppet master.
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