My soul has been drained and chained before; turned into prey. But whether fight or flight, i've
still been taken by might,
still been frightened by the night and i swear, i've been feasted on by the dirtiest leaches, son,
they stretch themselves to their deadliest reaches,
just to grab ahold of me
and listen to my screeches -
leeches suck the life out of others,
so that they can have one,
and i've met people just like 'em.
i know what their tiny teeth feel like,
i know what their beady black beastily eyes
look like...

Yeah i've been meat on a hook, and i don't know a woman who hasn't hung while the dogs look,
who hasn't shook from some dumbass who mistook,
a woman's compassion for a man's flighty distraction,
her tears for trophies
her body for stories
her proud her-story for the tales of old wives' stupidity -
Yes, the hyennas dance laughing,
sounds like my own teeth gnashing,
and the buzzards they're flying
with a woman's corpse there lying, dying -
my oh my girl, why?

Why must we arrest ourselves with the tests our mothers always knew the answers to best?
Why insist we, our ripening chests naively quivering to the thought of being seductively undressed?
But girl, to be dressed up and drooled at like some fat piece of meat,
is so so far from our dreams of what's sweet -
he's so not the prince of the fairy tale scene,
they're so not the men who deserve the queen.

Girl, i should have said something when i walked by that night.
I should have spoken from my own talked up might;
that you do NOT say thank you,
to a man who says you're pretty,
when you can tell by the look in his eyes that all he sees, is a body.

Just like i should have said Fuck You,
to that dirty man in the dirty truck.
Who sneered and offered me a ride, if i'd offer him a fuck.
But.
My eyes didn't blaze with a woman's fury,
they didn't burn him with the power of my own authority;
nor did i raise demons to him,
like some men claim my species to be.

No, my eyes went dull; for a moment, just dead.
I muttered No thank you, and turned instead.

No thank you? Are you kidding? Is that some kind of joke?
No, that's what you get when you don't teach girls what they need most;
that's what you get when women are trained like nature to be polite,
so even when her limbs are cut and strapped down,
still she mustn't put up a fight.
That's what you get when the female is subdued;
when she is sanitized and materialized to only care about new shoes,
or a new 'do.

I mean, rock on girl, for that new dress you bought;
the one that makes you feel good and look like a fox.
But lady, if you're gonna dish it,
then you've GOT to be prepared,
to fucking beat the boy that doesn't give respect to where you've cared!

How many times i should have said fuck you!
To the men i've trusted,
and to those who have mustered the pathetic tyrannic manic force,
to make me think less of my own woman's voice.

I don't want to apologize for not always being polite;
for not always making other people feel like their opinions are alright.
I value human thought and expression,
so no matter what you think,
i'll probably stay for a lesson;
But a woman doesn't have to be the perfect hostess,
she doesn't have to justify her self to those she's dismissed;
So you know what,
Fuck You.
If you've ever disrespected a woman;
because if you have, you know it,
like you always do,
and i'm fucking tired of messing with the likes of you.