They get inside our heads ...don't let them .

MEN.
Can't live with them , can't live without them
They have something we need ,
Something that saves the world , or makes it worse
But because girls were always taught to be agreeable
So , we crave approval and get a little needy in the process
There are exceptions , of course
Some of us work to get equal rights ,
Feminists who are also feminine,
The man-boys
I can see them now ,
With their friends
Wasted every weekend , different girls , different names

They want to get inside our heads,
They want to get inside our hearts,
They want to get inside our beds,
They want to get inside our clothes
They want to get inside our legs,
They are quick to get in and get out
But don't worry ladies
If , you are actually a lady
You'll know what to do.

The Rich people waited till the poor people drowned .

Who's going to sew that suit you are wearing?
Who's going to wash those buckloads of laundry you keep?
I saw her last week ...
Bright and early she came
She came to wash your clothes
Three children she has ...
Bread is a luxury for her
I saw her , i did
Washing all our laundry , it was cold out
I saw her get up , when you called her from your bed
A cup of tea , well certainly Madam
She served it , thinking of the clothes waiting outside
The big house , the big rooms , the ironing
She brought the tea , while you criticized
I saw her feel humiliated ,
I saw her silent
And i watched her go back outside
I went on down and offered a cup of tea
She said thankyou , while she held her aching back
I went on up , and put my books in my bag
She walks in with a rug , bends over to get to the corners
She has a cold , and a blocked nose
She thinks of her three children
She thinks of her illiteracy
She thinks of her husband who drinks like a fish
I move for her , and before i leave my heart aches for her
She looks at me smiling ,
She says , don't mess up
Don't be like me ,
And i wonder is she so bad ,
She fights for her children , she works to give them food
I close the door . . .
As i leave outside i see the jeans , red dress and yellow shirts
And as i leave i hear her calling from her bed , in that tone
That tone ...

When i came from school , you criticized some more
She did not finish ironing
You made her go home late ...
How much are her wages ?
Three hundred shillings , i see
How much is your perfume?
How much is your foundation?

The pied piper came and whistled a tune
To take their troubles away,
They all went out to the deep blue sea
Now i see that money , is truly evil
Because you all waited till the poor people drowned.

The Dialogue of Scorn against scorn . . Anon.

SHE CRIES . . . HE CRIES

These bonds . . .
These chains . . .
....what do you cramp?
.... what do you bind?
....this soul!
.... my heart!
Break!
Loose!
....If faith ....
....If love ....
....has bound you ....
....has forged you....
-Then hate...
-Then scorn ...
....will break you ....
....will cast you off ....
The victim's delivered ....
The slave is free ....
Reason ....
Duty ....
....saved her
....freed him
Villain!
Slut!
What do you say?
What are you muttering?
I say i hate you !
I say i detest you!
AND SO IT GOES ON UNTIL FINALLY THEY HAVE :
....toss off these bonds!
.... destroy these chains!
I AM FREE!
I AM ON MY OWN!
Freed from slavery!
Cleared of barriers!
The knot's undone !
The bond is broken!

The Crowd & Me.

Whenever i come on stage , i feel as if you are laughing at me
As if you are watching me very closely , watching for even a twitch
I look at you , looking at me
Your friends join me , all eyes on me
As is to say she's so this and that and trouble
What are you whispering , it cannot be good
The rest of the crowd grows anxious , wondering:
Why i do not begin?
I ignore your gaze , though i feel yours on me
The audience starts to mutter and whisper
They haunt me ,it's all about me
They are mocking me ,
They are mocking me ,
I stand there getting more and more paranoid
You smirk and turn to your friends
I look for my voice , i cannot speak
I cannot breathe
Help ,
They are laughing at me ,
They are laughing at me ,
Paranoia kicks in . . .
Bile swells up , i fight back tears
Their mass strength overpowers me
I can see it in their eyes
My heart is beating louder than their protests
They want to swallow me alive ,
They , his clan , his friends , his posse
Point of no return , all i do is stand my ground
His face , smirk , his eyes saying : you're forgettable , you're just the same
My head says to me : Breathe and let go
One last glance ,
The centre stage is calling me , i have to focus
I clench my wrists , i clear my dry throat
Silence , can you hear it
Silence . . .
The stage uplifted gives me strength to overpower the masses
The critics , the liars , the gossipers - yes , all of them
I demand that my presence be noticed.
I demand to shine , this is my moment.
I have worked so hard at this performance.
And dammit im gonna shine.