Wo -man
As I walked beside you I realized,
oh how different our worlds would be-
if I were you and you were me.
Oh how different our worlds would be-
I’d hold you and play with your hair,
while you sang a song as some old dudes stare.
Oh how different our worlds would be-
You’d ask me why men act the way they do,
and I’d say they’re just intimidated by you.
Oh how different our worlds would be-
If you’d for once feel the weight of constant judgement,
If you’d for once feel the pressure of perfecting perfection,
If you’d for once have to prove your position as a person in a place where you’re viewed as an object rather than a human being with a soul.
I am not a piece of land, you cannot claim my body or what I do with it.
You cannot restrict me from my fundamental rights.
You, a man, cannot strip me of my choices in birthing a child or not if you, a man, have never dealt with a period or a cramp.
How can you trust me with a child but not my choice?
How can you be pro life if you stop caring about these kids once you find out they’re a person of color, a member of lgbt, or anything other than white and rich?
As I walked beside you I realized,
oh how different our worlds would be-
if I were you and you were me.
Yet although I am woman that does not make me any less than a man because under law we are equals.
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