Is there something about our ladies
That makes us so easy to throw away
Particularly when we hit a certain age
Fork and knife
You chose this life
You've got all the treasures
But so much oppressed anger, mama.

I drink coffee
My hair gets turned real blonde
Mama said don't do green
I mutter let me be me
A man in Shashys
Asked me what my symbols on my arm mean
He called me a movie star before he asked
The sunburn on me
A featured mistake
And we've got all these humans
Wanting to be a different ***

I use to scratch my head and wonder
And still do at times
Why would you ever
Want to be what the world considers
Rapeable.
Unworthy.
Only valuable when young
Virginal
A woman.