She's a little wonder wandering across the vile streets of manhood,
She hops along the corridors of despair,
Making sure her shoes don't soil more than they already are.
She hums the song of the slave,
Reliving the sorrow and hurt of the comfort woman as if she herself is a slave.
Her daddy is always glued on the newspaper,
Her elder brother trying to solve the puzzle on the newspaper page that his daddy always gives him.
Her mother...