Women of the world, Unite! You have nothing to lose but your shackles!

Bearing the sign of the cross
Has never been easy for the circle
Being branded with possibility in her lower body
Has never been easy for the woman
Layers and layers
Of the thickest maquillage or greasepaint
Still do not cover up
The grave imperfections of the gaze.
The gaze that follows her
The gaze that binds her
To make her stiletto
A limitation
To make her endowment
A source of hesitation.

Long has she borne
Every burden as her own
Long have these masses
Turned against her; their own.
Flesh and blood of hers
Is what they’re made of
And yet
She’s the one they condemn
At city squares they stone.

Suffer not in silence o woman
Believe!
Your shackles are lashes and whips
Crack them every which way you feel
You can make a difference
You can be the change
You created the world
Your end will be its end.

Shying away from yourself
Never was the answer
If your mother told you so
It was because she knew better.
Your body is your weakness
Your weakness is your strength
Come lay down your weapons
Your war doesn’t really need them.

Flying’s not the peacock’s job
Looking pretty’s not the emu’s
So says the law of the world
But never for a second think
It’s true!

Come,
Leave your men and children behind,
Your juicer and your toaster behind
Being in love is for teenagers
Sprout your wings
Let’s go fly!