All the Things You Think
Boss me around all day,
But don't you think I should have my say?
So what if you are male and I am not?
We also have minds, thoughts, and dreams we have sought.
I am disgusted by the way you degrade me
Place me in the place you think I should be
Maybe I don't want to be in the kitchen or sweeping floors
Maybe I see all my potential, which really amounts to more than yours.
Don't order me around, like a slave, like a clown.
Cause one day I'll be in Heaven with my father, wearing a golden crown.
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