I told you before, stay away from my door/
Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother/
The freaks on the phone, won't leave me alone/
So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother No! /
I, I found out!/
I, I found out!
I wrote what I did because as a woman, as a mother I was oppressed and broken-hearted, with the sorrows and injustice I saw, because as a Christian I felt the dishonor to Christianity — because as a lover of my country I trembled at the coming day of wrath.
It is no merit in the sorrowful that they weep, or to the oppressed and smothering that they gasp and struggle, not to me, that I must speak for the oppressed — who cannot speak for themselves.