Sheroes

I can't stop wondering why God made me a woman
Sometimes I hate it, but if I could change
I know I probably wouldn't
Cause all I see is sheroes around me I'm accustomed
To thinking that this thing between
My legs makes me more than just someone
Sometimes I ask myself, why me?
Did I deserve this life?
Why do I have this mind, this name, these skills
If I have to give em up and sacrifice?
For some people it's easy
They're born they prosper and thrive
But this thing between my legs forces me to survive

If I was born a couple of centuries ago people
Would have called me a witch
They would ask me why I'm having sex out
Of marriage why I don't wanna have kids
They would have burnt me or tied me up
And thrown me into a ditch
Today they say and do exactly the same things
But instead they call me a bitch
So I'm here to say stop, cause I've been given
The gift of being outspoken
I ain't got nothing to loose you can't shatter
Something that's already broken
And though you've trespassed against me
For my little sisters that door won't be open
We're coming in troupes, and pussy power
Pussy power is our slogan

We've been forced to leave our dreams in a corner
Of the kitchen counter
Forced to stay still, quiet down when we try to get louder
Getting served what nobody wants
Our fruits are mostly bitter and sour
We're exhausted, from working 3 times more
And still getting payed less by the hour

So can we start by accepting that privilege exists
Cause if we look down, our plates don't weigh the same let's admit
And even though we don't choose what we get
We can still try to question it, balance and split
Make space for each other even when they say we don't fit

We gotta get rid of the gaps, the ones that concern our pay checks
But also the one around pleasure
Cause today, having an orgasm feels more like
A statement than a leisure
Like we gotta explore our bodies, redefine them
And show them off as a way to confront censor
We want to show the value of this thing between our legs
Cause it's power is beyond measure

And there's so much pressure and so many contradictions
On what's meant to be right
And no matter how we dress, how we talk we'll always
Be considered preys at sight
Not even rape can satisfy their appetite
Ask one woman out of 3 what's it's like to be traumatized
Ask them if they could take back what they've been through
What they've seen
Ask the 87 000 women who were murdered in 2017
Put all the faces of the victims up on magazines
Cause diets and recipes are not more important than showing
What having this thing between our legs actually means
So when they tell us to stop wearing mini skirts or ripped jeans
To protect the world from images that are obscene
They're just diverting attention from the 4 million girls
In their teens
That are sold every year for slavery, prostitution or marriage
Like they're some kind of machine

Do people see us as humans, or are we just toys instead?
Why is our blood put to shame
They don't mind giving us toxic products to insert
In our bodies and pull out with a thread
I swear this thing between our legs, doesn't deserve
The treatment that it gets
And we can't control something that comes back every month
Isn't that what y'all want though?
For us to believe that we'll be complete once we become a mum?
So instead of celebrating our bodies and showing us that we're strong
You use this thing between our legs to insult people
Call them pussies and cunts

And I turn to look at images of women like me in the past
And I keep wondering how long this fight is gonna last?
Apparently there's still 135 years left to reach
Real equality how can we make them go fast?
Cause when they curse our sextoys and masturbation
They're actually denying us the right to knowledge and education
And as they control our periods and stages of ovulation
They offer this thing between our legs for mutilation

So let's stop it with the fake debates
And let's talk about the 200 million women who were
Cut open with a blade
Let's talk about domestic violence
And how financial dependance can force one to silence
How black eyes, marital rape and the mental load
Are as real as science
Let's talk about how this thing between
Our legs has forced us to compliance

And these are just some of the few problems that we face
Cause no matter where we're at, who we're with, we can never feel safe
So believe me when I say, this thing between
Our legs is our only faith
Cause if there was a choice, why would God make a woman
And I'd go out of my way to say that not all sheroes wear a vulva
And despite what they say, living without us? no they couldn't
Cause if we didn't exist tell me who woulda?