The repressed female sexuality
Could have been the death of me
As it fought to get out
I closed my heart and mouth
And inside it howled
Like a feral beast it growled
And tore down walls built
By the animals they killed
In sacrificial victims to hunger war
I still don’t know what for
I can’t blame men coz I
Did it almost to the point of die
Til finally I let loose the rope
Because the power couldn’t cope
Held within the artifice
Love doesn’t have to be nice