Every hand that pushes you
Can be chopped off. You can.
Every tongue that swears at you
Can be sliced off. ‘Coz you can.
Every eye that strips you
Can be scooped out. You know you can.
Every mind that hurts you
Can be turned unsound. You very well can.
It’s not a pity when you don’t.
It’s nothing to be ashamed of if you don’t.
Your silence is not weakness.
You don’t ‘coz you’re a woman.
You don’t ‘Coz you’re a lot better!