Year Of The Woman
Don’t deserve the flowers you’re sent
Their scent can’t conceal the odor of woman
Don’t deserve a pedestal
You can’t reach the height of salvation from your manipulation
Hide like your genitalia; inside
Now what’s this new butch mask you wear?
Where have you been a million years?
It’s too queer
Still can’t be seen without your face on
But the pendulum has swung
I am scared and so alone
Tired of being strong
Want my lover
C’mon
All your traits great went the way of your dead mothers
So-long
I am scared and so alone
Curse this being strong
Want my lover
C’mon
I am scared and so alone
Not scared of not being strong
Want my lover
C’mon
All your gifts have gone
The pendulum has swung