lipstick stained stigmata
brands my hands and rips my feet
unmet expectations bind me to this cross
grateful to not be heard, promoted or paid
unwelcome, not trusted, treated like a slave
spikes of self judgement create my crown
sexist imagery hammers in doubt
shopping cant heal the pain of inequality
stop and stare was this all it was meant to be
make up cant paint this face into compliance
try to break my will with every fucking breath
grateful to not be heard, promoted or paid
unwelcome, not trusted, treated like a slave