It's me, A woman

It's me, A woman
 
It's me the broken heart,
standing by you, fallen apart
when i was born , people cried
i was welcomed with poor sighs
passing years,brought some fears
I was taught, every now and then
what to wear, how and when
they caged me whenever i flew
people were scary, world was blue
but darkness escapes when the sun shines,
its me the same now whose heart smiles..
i am not the slave,
to the people who say them brave..
there are two, framed by god
making them equal with no any fraud..
then why they call them a head,
both are equal, when it is said..
importance of anyone should not be perished..
freedom is life and it should be cherished.