Death to the men that have turned you back to a girl
Death to their hands reassuring till they rip the rug out from under you
Death to their eyes the windows into the nothingness like the shattered panes of buildings long since forgotten
Death to men

will we suffer
forever
in silence?

or will we speak
like the
educated
powerful
intelligent
young women that we are?

will we change the world?
the question
is
when
when will we change the world?

you're over there
standing
I can see you
feel you
breathing but you're just so far
far away
from everything I
(we)
thought we knew
and we know we don't know anything anymore