You bend my finger back it seems
To caste the blame to fall on me
But fall on sword for cause to bleed
-I’ll set you right this time
So Nature made me finer formed
With curves you’re wanting to explore,
And claim them for your OWN? what’s more?
-You cannot take what’s mine
You’ll paw and press, I’ll push you off
And then resentingly you’ll scoff,
And never think you should have stopped
-My right to “No”: denied?
A better man would sure refrain
From loveless Love-lust power games
But such a man himself is strange
Often culled by force from tribe
So what’s a poor young girl to do
when HER “right to life” is oft eschewed
For nascent cells so violent brewed,
Whose presence hurts her mind?
I tell you what, she’ll go through hell
From blame, to shame, to silent spells
And distance from the flesh she dwells.
-The victim “serves” this crime
A critique of her clothes and hair
And the make-up that she often wears
-The breasts that make some people stare
By image, so defined
Then she’s labeled tease or whore
Thus titled now, she’s nothing more
Made Pariah to abhore
Making falsehood out of fine
-It’s just her life, she just a girl
Living in this fucked-up world
Upon this hateful planet hurled
Her cause is yours-and mine.