If the Cap Fits, Wear It

 

 

To the so called men that came before
who told us things that cut and tore
at the fabric of our self-worth...
became the subtle doubt we wore.
Now this self-depreciation thing
can rear its head bind our wings
fucks shit up
shrinks monologues small
and opening up becomes a wall.
Girl I knew said:
‘they don’t love girls like me’
where’s the goddess in you - said I, be badass and be free!
but there’s a black dog can indiscriminately follow
despite life’s beauty
a heart can still feel hollow …
So to all the dickheads
who’ve ever squashed a girls faith
quite frankly you lot are a waste of space.
We cannot un-hear the things that we’ve heard
it’s like the butterfly wing flap
only wings are words.