I think of the Woman
Incarcerated, behind bars, in prison
Who begs forgiveness
For an unforgivable crime

I think of the Woman
Who dreams of Freedom
Freedom from her prison walls
From her punishment
From the way society sees her
Freedom-
From the guilt she bears

I think of the Woman
Who wants for just one taste
Of a carefree moment
Who yearns for her lover
To hold her for just one nightI think of her
Remembering the beauty-
Of a sunset!
And reminiscing of walks
On a cheery Spring morning

I think of the Woman
Who wants nothing more
Than a smile-
From her little boy
And I see how her real
Punishment
Is not being able to see
That little boy become a man

I think of the Woman
And I realize
The price of Freedom
I think of her
And I realize
I see some of her-
In me.