Cassandra

In a bar, down the block, on a stool
There's a girl and she's named Cassandra
And she's blessed or she's cursed with the power to see
In the future tens
You would think that the press would've found her
But the men at the bar surround her
Say that her predictions never make a lick of sense
So she sits at the bar saying nothing and drinking her coke and sevens
Calculating the price of ignoring the sound of the coming events
And half the stories of the world are left unwritten
Half the stories of the world are kept unwrit
And so the people of the world will never notice
What disasters, unprevented, lie ahead
At a desk, on a phone, in an office
Somewhere you may need Cassandra
So in pain from her visions
That sometimes she wishes that she were dead
And you want to protect and defend her
But what you won't admit is her gender
Colors your interpretation of the things she said
Everyday she decides is the day that she'll finally tell her story
Then she sees all the men
All the men getting their stories told instead
Thus, all the women of the world are shamed to silence
All their warnings to the world are heard too late
And so the people of the world are left to wonder
What offenses, unrepented
What disasters, unprevented
Lie in way
It's easy for you
You know it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
It's easy for you
I'm glad it's easy for you
But I'm missing it
You think that you know
You think you can see
You offer up words to patronize me
What doesn't change, unquestionably
Is it's easy for you
And I'm missing it
Half the stories of the world are left unwritten
Half the stories have been lost along the way
And so the people of the world will not
Encounter anything but one perspective
One reflection, one directive
Male and white and unenlightened
Everyday
It's easy for you
It's easy for you
But I'm missing it