Women’s empowerment in my opinion has gone backwards by about 50 years.
I’m going to get a lot of anger over this and guess what I don’t give a fuck.
If you get angry about the above statement at least be angry, righteous and fucking own it
When I was growing up, in my teenage years. If you were angry at anything, boys called you a angry lesbian, whatever cunt I’d say as I punched them in the dick.
Oh girls can’t fight, well just fucking watch me
Girls need to act this way… ohh fuck off
Girls need to be pretty and pliable….
Girls can be whatever the fuck they want to be
I rebelled against it when I was teenager and I’m rebelling now
No anger, No negativity, no darkness?
Well suck it, as a matter of fact suck my 3rd devil’s nipple (it’s gotta be useful for something)
A woman in her true power is not afraid to wear all the shades, like a motherfucking technicolor dream coat
Are you gonna cop slack? Yes ! Are people going to think your just a angry bitch, probably?
The new age, spiritual shit on top of it and underneath it all, is actually so absurd and dogmatic, that I can’t even.
Brainwashing for the masses under the guise of self-help, that I want to vomit.
It’s another religion, that dulls you and makes you compliant.
It teaches you to present a façade to the world, that your perfectly balanced in love and light.
I can feel the rage and seething from here, of the repression under another guise and mantle of the oppressors, as if we haven’t been repressed enough.
Turn the other cheek, who am I Jesus?
I’ll bruise your cheek if you fuck with me or mine
Have we been that brainwashed over the centuries, that we believe in it, in whatever guise it comes?
We turned from religion only to find it’s the same in the new age. Mind numbing
Don’t you dare have a opinion woman. Don’t dare show anger woman.
Don’t you dare
Well guess what, raise the red flag motherfuckers and I’ll tear it down with my wild, ferocious teeth.
I’ll spit it out as I walk away smiling.
I am the daughter of your original sin
I am not pure, I am not pliable
I am wild
I am her
I am rage
I am blood
I am Bone
I spit and curse against your shackles to whence they come from, build your own prisons to enslave your perfection
You’ll find me in the dirt, with a hex on my lips
You’ll find me in the stars with light in my eyes
You’ll find me on the streets with the outcast
You’ll find me free