Someone once said you get more flies with honey
But who the fuck wants more flies?
Sugar & spice never got me anywhere nice in this life
These boots are made for stompin’ ground
These hands are made for turning it ’round
These eyes are fierce of true blue
These tits are not made for you
These bits are none of your business
But if you must know, I’m a woman, sis
Heavy as lead, light as a feather
Anything he can do, she can do better
Freedom is in God’s hands
It is Him who owns all the lands
Perhaps I had a cock and balls in a past life
But I still haven’t made it out of this strife
Why do I sing like a bird in a pink cage?
Isolate me in a field of rage
Tell me who I am so I can’t think
I don’t give a fuck about my reputation
I’ll patch a scarlet A on the seat of your jeans
It stands for Asshole
Pay me less though I’m twice as smart
Don’t need your blood money, got wealth of heart
Follow me, Put a ring on me, Eat me, Fear me, Bring me up, Bring me down
Knock me up, String me up, Dress me up, Adorn me with a princess crown
Live through me
Kick me out of the Gentleman’s club
Were we meant to fake a grin?
While we grieve a life that could have been?
Count my blessings that I breathe another breath
Before I die a gruesome death
Should I rejoice in a rose-colored mess?
Use a nightlight in the darkness
Feel that humanity is alienness
Tell me again why I should be more polite
When I need to learn how to say no
Stuck between a rock and a hard place
Waiting for another wall to face
Well, I boot-fuck your brick walls
I shake down town halls
I step up to change the laws
Hear me rumble, hear me roar
I am woman and then some more.
© Lisa Marshall HRM NS 2022