I’ve learned not to fight with the feminists
They never seem to get the point 
It seems more about our differences
Than the ways that we are joined
And the women wanted to join the march
But their shirts weren’t made of starch
So they couldn’t play
I watched them turn the floats away
Because if you stand in the way
Of Roe V. Wade
You can guess the dragon that will be slayed
And I know it goes against the grain 
But I cannot triumph the rain 
When it falls upon bitter hands
Who claim that they own the lands 
When they only till the field 
And the feminine must yield 
To the greater flow of life
That doesn’t mean I’d be a wife
Or subservient to a man 
But I just never can 
Let myself believe 
That I grieve
Over sufferings that mean nothing at all 
And when you talk to the wall
It does not talk back 
So I walk away with all I lack 
And leave that shit behind 
They don’t control this mind

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