Before a thousand grasping handsnIn a glaring light she standsnTrying hard to meet demandsnEverybody’s girlnDefenseless more and more each timenDesecration is their crimenVandalizing every rhymenEverybody’s petnBecoming someone else outsidenHoping to protect and hidenWhat they smile at, then deridenEverybody’s foolnAwaiting still some unknown signnWhen she’ll use her chance to shinenHow should she her life define?n“No one’s woman yet.”