"... one cannot discover oneself without sacrifice"
- Michel Foucault

She finally made it - a walk outdoors
Just to give this world a glance
With an anxious sigh, she squirted eyes
From the sun
Dressed for an alien from head to toes
So that secrets still be safe
Underneath the cloth the lines entwined
Into a beastly pathway

'There is a chance
I could pass unnoticed
Evening shades are growing darker over me
There is a chance
That no one should see me
As I'm despaired looking for
Me in the dark.'

People can be cruel, and well did she know
They would never let her be
Those suspicious looks, and wide open eyes
With terror
She swiftly paced the streets at night and
Felt almost like she felt before
But underneath the cloth, the lines would crawl
To surface unwanted

Dawn approaching, she quickened up to
Prison-home-sweet home

'There is a chance
I could pass unnoticed
Evening shades are growing darker over me
There is a chance
That no one should see me
As I'm despaired looking for
Me in the dark.'

'So many things beyond my grasp -
I'll never feel again the envious looks in women's eyes
Smiles on children's faces when I smile ...'