Soul sisters, my sweethearts
The women I love, works
Of art
Their fairy eyes inspire my rhymes
And kindness and heartmend and laughs
In their wiseness beauty reinvents herself newly
And fears are mere phantoms, I\'ll face all my demons
When I look at them
But when we\'re alone
Their voice takes on a tone
It chills me to the bone
Tales of horror they tell
You know I\'d rage a hundred fires
Stand guard on top of the stairs
Up to the rooms of little girls
Knife tucked underneath my tongue
I\'d exhume every man
Who went with secrets to the grave
And never paid for a day
For the destruction in his wake
Leave vicious vipers under covers
Of rotten men who went without a
Punishment or consequence
For what they did to them
\'Cause what do you say to the girl
Who\'s had to endure the pain
Seven lifetimes should not contain?
What do you say to the crying recounts of rape
And bone shattering shouts for help?
What do you say, feeling small,
In a world that does cursed harm
To a child of only three
With blades of rocks and deeds
Of oppression that runs deeper
Than the trenches in the sea?
How do I save a mother that bleeds internally
Split to be in five places at once
Burnt out and yet never good enough
Carries everyone\'s pain and worries
But who carries hers?
And after the news bury me alive
All they tell me is the same old advice
Don\'t be dramatic, there\'s good guys too
Despair and anger will kill you one day
It\'s not their fault, men were cut out this way
And most accusations aren\'t even true
Then if you dare speak a warning
A polite plea for decency
Shaking heads will call you boring
\"It\'s just a joke\"
Is what they\'ll say