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When the maiden f**ked the w***e
Took the old crone's name in vain
Said oh my god what insidious sin
To spread repression and shame
My body is no temple
Not the site for your exchange
Send the scribes and the moneylenders
Well out of range
I am not polished marble
Built to the proportions of man
You can wail at my walls
All that you want
But I'll never be your land
Not your body not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
Not your body not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
White women are taught of sin
Enchained by the reins
Handed by high tech business men
For population gain
While
Bodies of color
Or built broken and bent
Will be battered through a keyhole
Corrected killed and spent
Economic sanctions
Forced sterilization
Will keep the population
To an amenable minimum
Not your body not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
Not your body not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
As the people sow the land
The cavalry comes down
To undermine autonomy
Force their seed into the ground
But they can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
They despise and defy you
Not your body not your land
Not your body not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
Not your body not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
Don't try to inscribe
Not your body
Your social mores on me
Not your land
I don't subscribe to your beliefs
We can see right through you
I don't believe in your piety
And your invisible left hand
Don't try to inscribe
Not your body
Your social mores on me
Not your land
I don't subscribe to your beliefs
We can see right through you
I don't believe in your piety
And your invisible left hand
