Don’t unleash my rage

Don’t tempt your fate

Don’t poke my wounds

Unless you are ready

For what awaits

 

Fifty five years

I have walked

This earth

Fifty five years

Since my birth

 

Many times

There have been questions

About my worth

But you have a vagina!

Obviously you don’t

Have a brain! (haha)

From manly things

You must refrain

 

It is your birthright

To be demeaned

Your only purpose

Is to fulfill

Mans dream

 

You are not capable

Of logical thought

You have breasts

Yeh, they’re nice

And taut

You want to hear that

At least

That’s what I thought!

 

You are pretty

When you are quiet

But when you talk

I think you’re not

Too bright

 

If I rape you

I will be indignant

If you put up a fight

Surely you know

It is my right!

 

I will stalk you

Day and night

Surely you know

That’s just another

Of my birthrights

 

I have testicles

And a hairy chest

Obviously

That makes me

The best

 

The laws

Are slanted

To support me

Societal norms

Have set me free

 

You can’t blame me

I was conditioned this way

And all For free

 

My vagina has something

To say to you

Only because I know

It’s the only thing

You will listen to

 

I’m fucked off

With your bullshit

I’ve met a thousand men

Who don’t fit

Your profile

So I know in my heart

There are many good

Amongst them

 

But you are bad

And you are sad

You take stereotypes

To feed your bad

 

So feel my power

Feel my rage

Don’t come near me

With your stupidity

Because I have grown

And developed some

Lucidity

 

I’ve seen you with

My daughters

I’ve seen you with my

Mother

I’ve seen you with

My girlfriends

And your bullshit

Ends with me!

 

C.K. 22