am i just your bird in your cage?
but i’m not so pretty when you fill me with rage
i’m just acting my age
i’m not your flower, not your slave.

you just can’t keep up with the pace
i’m not such a sight when i show my true face
not little mermaid, now sail away
for i am a danger, a waif and a stray

was i once life’s rich tapestry?
well tear me down and leave me be
i'm not here to fulfil your "needs"
which you declare so selfishly

so needlessly, dramatically
endlessly and emphatically
until you see the back of me
it’s only then that you will see

now what am i? a feminist?
threatening the chauvinist?
a temptress for a forsaken kiss?
no, i am just a point you missed

but i will bite and i will hiss
your heat can’t melt my iron fist
i’m not a treat, more of a trick
you won’t get what you want from this

as i am fixed, i won’t succumb
you can’t keep me down and dumb
a little quiet, a little numb ...
or maybe just under your thumb

so what am i? a burning sun.
i think that’s what i have become
and if i burn then you can run
i'll fight my fight til i have won