Girlhood

Happy Easter, shake your keister

Shake your birthday cake for the Thanksgiving feasters

Eighteen, seventeen, who gives a damn?

How low can you go for the gaze of a man?

Get picked or get kicked, they’re your only choices

Don’t talk about boundaries, men have louder voices

They call themselves protectors only when it’s convenient

So much for protection when the penalty is lenient

A slap on the wrist that got Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

From jacking it to rape, but you can’t blame him, though

Staring is caring, videos are for sharing

Freedom of information was just a red herring

“Not All Men” is a political slogan

Blasted through a bullhorn by fans of Joe Rogan

They swallow Red Pills that were stolen from the source

Sci-fi directors who were labeled “trans whores”

And now we got a system and we call it Penis Power

Confused with people power, ‘cause the people have soured

On the illusion of choice, whether it’s voting or abortion

Work within a system overpowered by extortion

Anger is for criminals, violence is for sinners

They tell you speaking softly is the way to be a winner

Of every debate you’ve ever been a part of

Get arrested anyways, no chance for a pardon

Slammed to the ground, wrists heavily bound

The last of your girlhood is nowhere to be found

Patriarchy wanted this the whole fucking time

So they can dodge accountability for every crime

Against a woman’s body, her mind, and her soul

Reducing her to whether men want to fill her holes

A world run by fascists will always fall apart

Where’s the awe and wonder of men with black hearts?

What can they create with a world they have robbed?

Even AI chatbots think the world’s made of slop

Loneliness epidemic? That’s what happens when you kill

There’s nobody left to share your enjoyment of the thrill

Last man standing is a dead-end situation

Spend your life in squalor, there’s no fun in masturbation