Lead rooftops from Montmartre
You look down at them
The sun reflected right back at you
A glimpse of heaven
God's design
Making the city glitter
But you don't believe in him
The historically portrayed white man
The stem
The root
Of your cynic patriarchal spite
He only gave you an eye for
The famous white authors
And the missing woman legacy
The lack-lustre masculine flair
Of our HIStory
He gave you faith
And you put it in Bikini ****