I am a young woman

million times
Why I raise my voice and sometimes change my tone
I am a young woman and people still wonder why
I stumble most times when I try to walk home alone
Skin and bone they said, yet one identical woman walks by
A selfsame figure sits, strolls and leans
But how about next time you don’t ask me why
Or say “it’s because you’re a woman” without knowing what it means
If I was rude, or if I only had that one chance to try
But being a woman is not what it seems
See they assume that all women do is watch but they don’t know
That when you watch you discern bronze from copper and silk from smooth
They assume that women listen and smile and can’t say no
Fix your posture, he shouted but that was a little too soon
Soon before the bloodshed, the resistance, the thrust
The concept we now know that purpose, pursuit that screech
Cause there’s no us in we, when you’re lacking trust
Or when that one chance you had falls out of reach
Because see when you have been fighting for something for so long
And people still seem to make it about men
To prove women aren’t backcloth or framework among
A sphere of particulars who still ask you when
This will stop, or when you’ll drop the ongoing throb that still hasn’t seen day
Or trace you career, and still interfere, because they somehow fear, an equal pay
They think murder is fine if it’s under pretty pink sheets
And politics isn’t feminine enough for a subdued
Because at your own forum they will pick out your seats
and they would do it again if they won’t get sued
believe me, I yelled as I almost walked right out
because it’s my word against his and one flash of light away
so let me tell you that I am a young woman but as of right now
when I talk you will listen to what I have to say
by the balcony, the street, and home that you live
in each and every person you may somehow c