They say she cuts a crude figure with her finger flying in the air
She’s been pulling punches since she got here
But now that she unleashed the heat
Now that she is firing back at that jackbooted fear rooted system
Well, she’s an uppity ***** or a snotty ****
A feminist **** on the hunt
For a masculine target
But, when she was docile she was to quiet,
She was a sheep that didn’t stand up enough
When she was bipartisan they called her indecisive and weak
Like a bad painting you say you want her over there
Then you want her over here
If she stays home to be a mother
She is a lazy
If she goes to work
She’s a bad mother
If she changes her mind
She’s to passive
If she sticks to her guns
She’s to bossy
What a bunch of bat ****
They barely managed to move the glass ceiling
And now they are lowering it again
If she wants control of her body
Than it is a sin
If she gives in to male control
Then it cycles back again
If life was a race she would never win
Cause pulsing ***** proselytizers
Keep hiding the finish line before she gets to the end