„Ok I get that it was like a bad experience and stuff but like why did you have to write a poem or a song or whatever about it?“

I am a woman.
I am too be seen and not heard.
I am a woman.
But I live in a man’s world.

Men are visual creatures they say.
They like women who like to play.
They see the pretty girl up on the stage
They hear her voice but ignore her rage.

The rage that shows in her words and within
the lines she sings but they won‘t listen.
And she screams and she pleads
And she cries but no one sees
The burden she carries for the rest of her life
So she falls silent, sits still and she smiles

But not today! I will not shut up!
Because you need to listen and I need to talk!
This the only way I can be free!
I am a woman and you’ll let me speak!