I wish ruling was a female game
Pride, tears, heartbreak could be reclaimed
How dare you touch her, smash her, crush her with no tiny bit of shame
Are we masochists or happy slaves long used to being tamed?
I wish we weren’t always the one to blame
Just cause we have a vagina, born with a goofy brain
I wish I could burn their stone cold hearts with the singing flame
Lightening this beautiful cigarette, this guilty misbecame
I wish we weren’t less than because of feminine birth names
Because of the long hair, murdered appetite, unvoiced featherbrain
I wish the goddess wasn’t withhold by Man chieftain
Pregnant bellies worshiped, Life was no overstrain
I wish Virgin Marry wouldn’t be dying of pain
Seeing her daughters mercilessly slain
By the tough hands of a man who’s nothing but vain
So rugged so drastic so cruel to let her complain
Nothing will melt that iced soul, not even the rattlebrain
The revenge temptation is boiling in my veins
I wish our lavish emotions could freeze, only firmness remains
I ain’t doing laundry tonight, tomorrow, or any other day
I ain’t wearing lingerie; ain’t smiling to you from my broken window pane
When you’re back from work, craving cupcakes baked with gloom grain
You’re not a maid, not a maiden, not a plain Jane
You’re not a whore, not a miss, not a dishonor stain
This is a man’s world a drunken once sung on a stage of disdain
A woman brought you here, fed you milk from the breasts you mock. It is mundane
A woman stayed up healing that tiny broken leg from a boy ballgame
Show some respect, if not to her, to your soul drenched in inherited shame
I wish you get it
Or should I reframe?
