A woman's heart

Years of conformity
Being whatever anyone
Wants me to be
Fulfilling a role, a duty
Discounting our individuality
For the purpose of harmony

A mother
A daughter
A friend
A nun
A prostitute
A battered wife
Countless of roles that never end

Where is my heart in all of this?
When will you ever listen to what I have to say?
When will these roles cease?
When will you listen to my heart?
When will you listen to my pleas?