Woven from the finest gold

Made to fit a certain mold

Traded, gifted, even sold

Not a product, but a girl

Dancing like a splendid blaze

Impossible to avert your gaze

Here she is and here she stays

Performing for the world

But she didn't choose this path, of course

Smoke burns her throat and makes it hoarse

She's silenced quick by viscous force

Thoughts are all that's left

She's tied and bound to a chair

“This isn't right, this isn't fair!”

She thinks, her stolen voice not there

Yet no one calls this theft

A girl must be beautiful in order to thrive

Only the respectful of all can survive

If she's not perfect, she shouldn't be alive

That's what we're taught since birth

But why does beautiful equal petite?

Why does respectful equal discrete?

Why are the standards impossible to meet

For any female on Earth?

Our hands are tied to each expectation

They're known by heart throughout our nation

But we must rise without hesitation

A woman's life is her own

You want our respect? It's got to be earned

We dance like fire, but we can't be burned

We're fighting together, how the tables have turned

Girls, you're never alone