Iron gates around
My throat
My a**
My hips
My chest

That’re the eyes of men
Waiting for me to give in

Tighten the chains
Increase the pressure,
To them, walking alone at night
Makes me a giver, not a victim

A key blooms in my presence
Telling me to get out;
I unlock my femininity,
Without giving a damn
About your conformities

I am a woman.
Without us, you’d be nothing,
I am a woman.
Without us, you’d have nothing.

The Earth would be war,
And the flowers would die
You’d all be frantic
But none else beside you
Would know it;
You aren’t supposed to cry.