When were you going to tell me
My body is perfect
In all its rawness
That I am flawless

Yet I was aweless
When I looked at her
And she looked at me
Painted in fake beauty
It wasn’t until I was thirty…three
I could finally see
I was a victim
Of a system
That objectified my body
And made me perform
In order to conform
To a fanciful standard
A nonsense social norm

Paint your face and you’re pretty
Shave your legs or you’re ugly
Kiss a girl and it’s sexy
Kiss a boy and it’s slutty
Take a pill for your hormones
Disconnect from inside
Your body, our rules
All injustice aside

What were you trying to hide?
To stop us from making strides
Were you scared of the fiercest army here to bridge the great divide?

Well, now we rise
So hear our cries
The whispers of our sisters ride winds through the skies
And through time
Through our ancestral lines
So we can tell our daughters
That in all their rawness
They, too, are flawless