Born into the arms of mother,
caged away - a laying hen.
Train me to indulge the master,
as he pleases, where and when.
Help me count all of my freedoms
from inside my gilded cell.
Hide my bruises under cashmere,
mask my fears with fake Chanel.
Don't I always look inviting?
Keep on going when I say stop.
What a funny word - "feminism".
Is that the one where I'm on top?
Wrap me up and dress me tightly
in a semen coloured dress.
Bind my hands in gold and silver,
tell me how I should feel blessed.
Born a slave you will know nothing
about the pleasures you deserve.
Riots are too time consuming -
I have to keep my looks preserved.
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