The thunder thighs of girls in schools -high

Boys who take the time to make them dye a little inside - 

from red to brown, their internal worlds shift upside down

pulling their centers of gravity into the ground

 

below the mud; the boys make jokes saying it’s just for fun

but not feeling the vibrations of a media chained nation

un-education becomes a revelation to those too busy drowning in the hatred

I’d say it’s time for a re-evaluation...

 

Because in society we’re taught to leave variety… out.

Respecting the tradition of beauty that’s skin deep

with skin that’s only a millimeter thin,

And that’s the only promise we can keep

 

We let it seep into our bones

telling us to all go home 

we’re sick and tired of these numbers, 

 

we don’t like math, 

and someday, if you choose to not step back 

oh boy, we will fight back

we are women, FEEL OUR WRATH

 

girls we give in - doubt we shrink

not impressed by a wink from a 40 year old man you would think…

that we would like the attention, fighting boys for power - sexual tension 

doesn’t even stop them, because “girl you looking fine..” “AHEM” 

 

And when we seem to have lost our spirits, 

the boys, they stay out just to hear it

the sound of defeat, brings the boys to their feet 

while we are cast in their shadows to weep, 

 

and boys… they're still expected to bring home the meat