Feminine Rage

I'm petty when i'm hurt I'm frigit when he flirts Enough to tolerate for I am such a piece of work Pretty but talks a lot He can but I can not I'm holding back with all the glances that they shot I'm meeting him for lunch He says I'm eating much I'm hating mirrors more for making me too quick to judge If they shoot I'll shoot back I hate when I'm like that If I look closer there's a lot to unpack Oooh I'm getting older Oooh but can't grow up Oooh I'm getting older but God forbid anyone can see that Oh it's feminine rage With all the grudges that I hold It's feminine rage For the way that their eyes roll At the length of my skirt, a flirt, dessert or simply just being a girl I am hysterical When he is passionate But throwing punches, hitting walls is nothing more than mad He's crying like a girl I'm sitting like a boy We both dont know where life is hiding with our joy He's talking down to me When I look back at him I see a little hurting boy inside a grown man But he won't take my word Not for a single dime A woman's word is not worth an adult boy's time Oooh I'm getting older Oooh but can't grow up Oooh I'm getting older but God forbid anyone can see that We're all grown old before our time Spend our lives dodging femicides What the eye can't see, the heart won't grieve Yet there's hidden weapons up our sleeves oh Blinking lights and long sleeved shirts Inaudible consensual words Filled with willingness to disagree On bodily autonomy It's feminine rage With all the grudges that I hold It's feminine rage For the way that their eyes roll at the length of my skirt, a flirt, dessert or simply just being a girl Oh it's feminine rage for all the flings I might've had It's feminine rage For the way they shake their head But if the places were reversed would it be the same Or is it just 'cause im a girl