When the Rabbit Heart Dies
Weaklings ? Our tolerance , a proof of our strength
Yet we are slaves , cuffed with the chains of masculinity
May I ask , what is the reason for our eternal silence ?
Will our voices never protect us , our lives lived with prudence
Must we sit tight and watch , only radiate our sympathy
Or revolt and tear down their ego and apathy ?
We are not sex toys to fulfill their pleasure
Nor maids to sandwich all that they desire
We’re the reason for your existence , yet your cruel touch
Our virtue does’nt lie in our vaginas , I’ll tell you that much.
We have cleaned wars , managed homes and raised sons
Do we not deserve any respect for all that we’ve done ?
We have waited too long , for what I cannot fathom
In this food chain , we’ve been thrown right at the bottom
Brace yourselves vile creatures , not ones that are true men
Our fury will retaliate , neither will we break nor bend
A day will come when our rabbit hearts die
Our feline hearts will roar and we too shall rise.