Sheroes (Explicit)

I can't stop wondering why God made me a woman

Sometimes I hate it, but if I could change, I know I probably wouldn't

Cause all I see is sheroes around me I'm accustomed

To thinking that this thing between my legs makes me more than just someone

Sometimes I ask myself, why me? Did I deserve this life?

Why do I have this mind, this name, these skills, if I have to give em up and sacrifice ?

For some people it's easy, they're born they prosper and thrive (it's a pussy power)

But this thing between my legs forces me to survive

(Pussy pussy power)

If I was born a couple of centuries ago people would have called me a witch

They would ask me why I'm having sex out of marriage why I don't wanna have kids

They would have burnt me or tied me up and thrown me into a ditch

Today they say and do exactly the same things but instead they call me a bitch

So I'm here to say stop, cause I've been given the gift of being outspoken

I ain't got nothing to loose you can't shatter something that's already broken

And though you've trespassed against me, for my little sisters that door won't be open

We're coming in troupes, and pussy power pussy power is our slogan

We've been forced to leave our dreams in a corner of the kitchen counter

Forced to stay still, quiet down when we try to get louder

Getting served what nobody wants, our fruits are mostly bitter and sour

We're exhausted, from working 3 times more and still getting payed less by the hour

So can we start by accepting that privilege exists

Cause if we look down, our plates don't weigh the same let's admit

And even though we don't choose what we get, we can still try to question it, balance and split

Make space for each other even when they say we don't fit

We gotta get rid of the gaps, the ones that concern our pay checks, but also the one around pleasure

Cause today, having an orgasm feels more like a statement than a leisure

Like we gotta explore our bodies, redefine them and show them off as a way to confront censor

We want to show the value of this thing between our legs cause it's power is beyond measure

And there's so much pressure and so many contradictions on what's meant to be right

And no matter how we dress, how we talk we'll always be considered preys at sight

Not even rape can satisfy their appetite

Ask one woman out of 3 what's it's like to be traumatized

Ask them if they could take back what they've been through, what they've seen

Ask the 87 000 women who were murdered in 2017

Put all the faces of the victims up on magazines

Cause diets and recipes are not more important than showing what having this thing between our legs actually means

So when they tell us to stop wearing mini skirts or ripped jeans

To protect the world from images that are obscene

They're just diverting attention from the 4 million girls in their teens

That are sold every year for slavery, prostitution or marriage like they're some kind of machine

Do people see us as humans, or are we just toys instead?

Why is our blood put to shame, does having a uterus make us impaired?

They don't mind giving us toxic products to insert in our bodies and pull out with a thread

I swear this thing between our legs, doesn't deserve the treatment that it gets

And we can't control something that comes back every month

Isn't that what y'all want though? For us to believe that we'll be complete once we become a mum?

So instead of celebrating our bodies and showing us that we're strong

You use this thing between our legs to insult people, call them pussies and cunts

And I turn to look at images of women like me in the past

And I keep wondering how long this fight is gonna last?

Apparently there's still 135 years left to reach real equality how can we make them go fast?

Cause when they curse our sextoys and masturbation

They're actually denying us the right to knowledge and education

And as they control our periods and stages of ovulation

They offer this thing between our legs for mutilation

So let's stop it with the fake debates

And let's talk about the 200 million women who were cut open with a blade

Let's talk about domestic violence

And how financial dependance can force one to silence

How black eyes, marital rape and the mental load are as real as science

Let's talk about how this thing between our legs has forced us to compliance

And these are just some of the few problems that we face

Cause no matter where we're at, who we're with, we can never feel safe

So believe me when I say, this thing between our legs is our only faith

Cause if there was a choice, why would God make a woman

And I'd go out of my way to say that not all sheroes wear a vulva

And despite what they say, living without us? no they couldn't

Cause if we didn't exist tell me who woulda?