I wear lipstick
And I like dick
So some girls think they can tell me
I'm not a feminist

These girls enrage me
Which leads them to believe
That I'm not an activist
or that I don't have a beef

With this stupid patriarchy
Or this gender dichotomy
I mean all I want is equality
Socially and politically

Just because my preferences
Are sort of the norm
Doesn't mean I don't see a problem
and fight for social reform

I'm sick and tired of
Feeling pressure all around
Both from women and men
And always being put down

Why do these girls think
They can judge me
When they're preaching
Freedom and equality?

I feel these vibes of malice,
Resentment and jealousy
Instead of encouraging each other
in the face of insecurity

It's alienating to feel rejected
From a movement and a scene
That was purpose built
To help out girls like me

The confusion I've felt
Over gender roles
Trying to piece together
If I'm independent or a doll

A puppet
in the grander scheme of things
Suffering these kicks and punches
Without even perceiving the sting

Wondering if my choices
are even what I want
Or if I've been effectually
fed to the dogs

I wish I could extricate myself
Within my body, just feel safe
Instead of swallowing what they feed me
Without even experiencing the taste

So I'll put my fingers down my throat
Puke up this poison from my guts
Let the venom seep out
From the umbilical cord I've cut

But I'll die here alone
if no one arrests the bleeding
I need some girls surrounding me
To expediate my healing

So can we at least have a discourse
Perhaps accept my femininity?
Being a feminist
Shouldn't feel so opressive and obscene

They say we're smothered
by men and their misogony
But it's the lacerations from these girls
That'll be the death of me.