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