You Liberate Me

You liberate me
And I show it off in your shop window
You liberate me. And I drape it down my body and spray it on my neck
You liberate me. And you build me a platform
You liberate me
And you hide me in your folders. You make me a niche. You take me into your sheets
You
Clever
Man
Brush my hair and bathe me in your words of empowerment
Lick the post stamps of a 21st century feminist
And send me to the place predators don't pray on young girls because they said, 'I do this for me', tell me
I'm powerful for captioning my pictures "Fuck the patriarchy" so you can get away with plastering me on your wall
Tell me I'm important for enjoying the freedoms my mother couldn't
And advertise ass-tight mini skirts in my toy catalogue
Pin up a sixteen year old and award her the sash of sexual liberation
She is the role model for children yet to discover how right low cut tops make you feel
To hell with your fucking liberation
My freedom could never be safe on your grounds. Nor is it bound by dress coded bars

My freedom does not ask for your permission
My freedom does not come with a condition
My freedom is not based on what I wear
My freedom isn't ruled by your book of prayer
My freedom is not being a body before a mind
My freedom isn't a law a group of men can define
My freedom isn't a statistic of 1 in 3
My freedom isn't forced pregnancy
Its not being taken out of school and into bed
It's out fighting until it sees red
It will no longer sit in your cage
Its hungry, its maddened, its full of rage
Heated, spiteful, vengeful and vexed
This cunt says fuck your weaker sex
Its hunting with a bat and nails knocked through

And you, have some making up to do



Credits
Writer(s): Rachel Mckay
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