The future is female,
so let us rise.
When the sky reigns down
Full of stormy grey clouds spitting the acidic rain of
‘unequal pay’
of
‘no’, ‘you can’t have your way’
‘sorry, no women today’
we turn and, with
hands, hearts, eyes open,
‘open’ we say
open the doors to your patriarchal heaven
the doors to equality
to good quality
reciprocation and respect.
The future is female,
or that’s what they say
But why, if we demand equality, do we not treat it that way?
‘The future is female’ rings true to old days
like saying,
yes
we want equality but
unequal pay
‘the future is female’? no, the future is us.
Forget identity, gender,
Just trust.
Trust in the unit, unite, and ignite
The future is female?
No
No it’s not,
That’s not right.
It’s so much more than
‘I’m me and you’re you’
Yes, own yourself, rock your power,
then look at this view:
Power, love, and life need not have sex
When we see each other through the same glasses
Same lenses,
Remember:
Identity does not stop
Simply with gender
So next time we look at the sky with eyes wide,
Embracing the torrents, accepting the tides,
When the acid rain,
Reign of the patriarchy,
hits our hands and hearts,
When we penetrate your heavens with our rose-colored darts,
don’t expect us to conquer,
to loot, or to steal
Expect us
to sit down
in the shape of a wheel
Our power is mutual, we’ll all reign as one
so when I say that the future is female,
I mean the future is everyone.
