Old men
Up there
Gray suits
White hair
Low thoughts
About us
Our jobs
Our bods
Our wombs
Who are they
To rule and reign
Who are you
Let me tell you
Who you are
You're entitled
Moon and stars
To use your talents
For proper rewards
Not weighed down
By their ancient wars
Girl, don't you dare
Still falling for their
Down playing
Mansplaining
Hem raising
Victim blaming
Together we’ll rise above it
See our worth
Find our power and love it
Hey there, old man
Big suit
Small mind
Sit down
Way behind
It’s unfolding right in front of your eyes
Do you feel the ground shaking
Hear the precious sound
Dusty rules breaking
It is us
Taking the reigns
In the making