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I could be a machine Built by thousands of men Staring at clipboards, Statistics and spreadsheets And another thousand Staring at my chest. I could be a lab-rat Bred to play a game I can only lose While they laugh, Joke and decide what I can't do. I could be a slave Kept captive by stolen choices Shocked into submission By charged metal round my neck Yet when I break down they're Shocked by my weakness. I could be a number Manipulated to fit the Wishes of our rich, Powerful 'leaders' Leading me against my Wishes. But I am a woman, Not held or kept or built or lead, Not confined to the blueprint Of a designer in an office, I am a woman And I will be free
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
Dear, Controller
I could be a machine Built by thousands of men Staring at clipboards, Statistics and spreadsheets And another thousand Staring at my chest. I could be a lab-rat Bred to play a game I can only lose While they laugh, Joke and decide what I can't do. I could be a slave Kept captive by stolen choices Shocked into submission By charged metal round my neck Yet when I break down they're Shocked by my weakness. I could be a number Manipulated to fit the Wishes of our rich, Powerful 'leaders' Leading me against my Wishes. But I am a woman, Not held or kept or built or lead, Not confined to the blueprint Of a designer in an office, I am a woman And I will be free
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Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
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