Is it any wonder
They are jealous of your strength
You bleed every month
And have met with death
Though you fear
May shed a tear
And your voice may sometimes shake
When you decide to speak
It's an earthquake
They struck you once
And hit flesh
They struck again
and bled to death
One thing they remembered in shock
You strike a woman, you strike a rock
It's sad to see, my own gender
Degrade the one that birthed us
It's no wonder, they have lost faith in us
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC
Is it any wonder
They are jealous of your strength
You bleed every month
And have met with death
Though you fear
May shed a tear
And your voice may sometimes shake
When you decide to speak
It's an earthquake
They struck you once
And hit flesh
They struck again
and bled to death
One thing they remembered in shock
You strike a woman, you strike a rock
It's sad to see, my own gender
Degrade the one that birthed us
It's no wonder, they have lost faith in us
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