Creative Writing: A Streetcar Named Desire

In the middle of blazing amber hang in the blue celestial sphere, the sheer edge of cliffs, the rock strewn hills, the fierce seas, there's the vigorous she surviving the human breeds though suffering,enduring the greatest in the male dominant world where her dreams, passion, choices and the perspective of life ain't prioritised, just breathing in a shell following the orders like a machine whose remote is controlled by the dominator however me belongs to an indigenous artistic but grievous home(Baluchistan)where dreams and hope shinning through the compassionate eyes of ambitious young girls but so unfortunate of them, sitting in four walled quarters, unmarried sewing clothes for their marriages waiting for that particular sunrise and married serving their husbands till their eyes get close keeping all their desires, passion within besides dreams and hope, you too find fear in their visions, fear of raising the voice, fear of society which's kept limitations on them, she's viewed as a "femme" more than as a human, told to cover the face or wear veil when step out from their confined boundaries which's considered a so called shield besides, my land's a jewel producer yet treated like the cheapest mental
In addition, to all my dears don't be ashamed of your femme's body structure rather be confident about it's beautiful features and you gotta know a piece of fabric ain't gonna protect you until you protect yourself don't beg for the help you have the potential within you to help yourself and you can, no matter what your sex, race, skin color, religion is you're a human being worthy of fairness, freedom, respect and whatever you desire and that's what should matter the most to you and to the world. Plus, oh the freak society her only wish ain't to get married and give births rather to discover herself as well, bringing down the curtain, my girl you no more an alone vulnerable human living around the restrictions of