SHE CAN HE
Her face was frowning,
Her voice was rising,
Her words were stinging,
Cause her pride,
Her pride had been trodden on,
Her ego crushed underfoot.
But no,
No was all her mind would shout.
Her tongue drew
it with wrath
Her voice said it in rage
She'd take it no more
Patriarchal her society might be
But feminist she'll remain.
Why ain't nobody ever told her that men were beasts
Who put their egos abreast.
For this she'll stand up
Against this She'll shout
Till her voice was normal no more.
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