You cut her wings
And there she fell
Condemned to hell
The pain inflamed
She cursed your name
Cause your love was to blame

She cooked and cleaned
She sexed like a slave
She disciplined the children
Till they were well behaved

And all the while
The feathers fell
Withered roots
That once held her aloft
Were sheared completely off

She did your laundry
Took your abuse
She left her dreams behind
While you chased yours

You bled her of her spirit
Cracked the open wounds
And left the poison in it
Till she came to believe
That she never ever even had wings

Then she passed her winglessness on
To her daughters
And her granddaughters

Now generations of wingless women
Have barely even began
To find their feathers
Look up and try to fly again
Thanks to the wicked ways
Of you so called modern men