You liberate me

You liberate me And I show it off in your shop window You liberate me. And I drape it down my body and spray it on my neck You liberate me. And you build me a platform You liberate me And you hide me in your folders. You make me a niche. You take me into your sheets You Clever Man Brush my hair and bathe me in your words of empowerment Lick the post stamps of a 21st century feminist And send me to the place predators don't pray on young girls because they said, 'I do this for me', tell me I'm powerful for captioning my pictures "F*ck the patriarchy" so you can get away with plastering me on your wall Tell me I'm important for enjoying the freedoms my mother couldn't And advertise ass-tight mini skirts in my toy catalogue Pin up a sixteen year old and award her the sash of sexual liberation She is the role model for children yet to discover how right low cut tops make you feel To hell with your fucking liberation My freedom could never be safe on your grounds. Nor is it bound by dress coded bars My freedom does not ask for your permission My freedom does not come with a condition My freedom is not based on what I wear My freedom isn't ruled by your book of prayer My freedom is not being a body before a mind My freedom isn't a law a group of men can define My freedom isn't a statistic of 1 in 3 My freedom isn't forced pregnancy Its not being taken out of school and into bed It's out fighting until it sees red It will no longer sit in your cage Its hungry, its maddened, its full of rage Heated, spiteful, vengeful and vexed This cunt says f*ck your weaker sex Its hunting with a bat and nails knocked through And you, have some making up to do