She is a man

She has strong arms, strong legs

Nothing sensitive, and a tough chest

I wish I could, but I cannot rest

She is still a woman

The Bible says, people believe

How can you decline the holy rib?

How can you dare to put on a wig?

He is forgiving

She does not care, he only accepts

Hate, prejudice, is all that she gets

It just cries, covered by rats

They are just dust

But she is the same

But why so much pain

When all the dust is washed off by the rain.