Do you remember how it was when you bled?

When you loved and burned in those flames that you've kept


Because Vesta's long been sleeping


And now you've come to accept that

Your anatomy defines more than a few of the gaping holes in our social fabric


More than a few one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands




We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings


Our queens are still subordinate as an angel without wings


We make it easy to belong which means it's easy to be wrong

"Put some plastic in your tits, and you'd look better as a blonde"





I remember when you were hopeful

And you never thought your life would be lived inside a coffin


With a moral sacrifice and a million social obligations, labels and expectations


You were young and modern seventeen in vogue and vague pursuit of a cosmopolitan dream

When you bled on the bed as you fed those expectations as a !@^% and not a human


You embraced with hesitation the parameters of all you can be


Not a mother, not an aunt, not a sister who's not subdued

Because dignity's not physical and your flesh means more than you


Your flesh means more than you; your flesh means more than you


Your flesh means more than you; your flesh means more than you

I know we'll wake up one day with a gun to the back of our brains


You'll be asking for your rib and I'll smile and call you brave


Maybe someday when this bloody skull has dried I'll know our city is in ruins

And the greatest source of pride is a monument of dicks and ribs and gender crowns we wore


Where underneath, a plaque will read, "No woman is a !@^%"