You\'re suppose to be my role model
What little girls look up to,
But how can you be
When it seems you give in to what\'s mainstream
I\'ve heard your thought process
Seen it roll out your head,
I heard words better left unsaid,
Things a little girl shouldn\'t hear
And I know how you see women,
I know how we\'re viewed
I know we have society to look to
But I wonder late at night
How you can be a parent
And think it\'s right,
For girls to be cat called and unwanted flirts
How you can wonder why we hurt
Why our anger is painted on our chest
Why our hearts seem to bleed red,
How can you say you\'re with us
And think that way
You can make jokes about women
Judge us on our looks
Tell us it isn\'t the inside that matters
But the covers on our books
But we can\'t do that
It\'s no fun
To laugh the same way
You do at us,
Now it\'s a problem
Something to see red
That we\'re finally having fun
At YOUR expense
Don\'t you see the irony
It\'s enough to make me laugh,
That you joke about our pain
And expect us to just remain
I wonder how I stayed in this broken house
And grew up to be something else,
And I don\'t know if I should be proud
That I grew up to be not you but myself.