Why?

Why do you take hold of my my voice and the pen? Your force holds me back, and fills me with pain. Why don't you measure the depth of a poet's mind? Your power can't put me back, I ain't ready to stay behind. I'm a woman, so I can't have any wit or intelligence! Can I be bought by anyone with penny or pence? I have the wish, the desire to flow as stream, to touch the pinnacle of the high altitude, I have built a dream-- Do not shatter it, do not make it fall. Let me play the flute not for you only but for all!