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
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
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
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