I’m glad not to be a man
Glad to be a woman
But being angry just isn’t sexy
And I’m angry a lot these days
(Today a woman died
from a back-alley abortion)
Sometimes the only way to sleep is to run
Mile after mile to quiet my brain
(Today a girl screamed
as an old woman cut off her clitoris with a dirty knife)
I don’t cry much anymore
It’s not his fault the world is crazy
(Today a girl lies in a
hospital, burned with acid)
But there’s a war on women
And I am a woman
Exploding with power
And anger
(Today a woman was
murdered by her husband)
You can’t hold a hand
That is clenched into a fist
