Energy transferred per unit time
Sampa sang feminine energy divine
Imbalance at the root
of the larger design
You hold onto yours
And I hold onto mine
Im tired of corporations
Only being interested in what I do
on March 8th
Everything we do
being scrutinised on all sides
Im just trying to live my life
Used by brands
to make them seem inclusive
Used by activists
when it's conducive
Damaged by the abusive
Objectified by them all
Our quest to reclaim our power
sometimes feels elusive
When we were young
playing in the sun
everything thing was just for fun
We were blind to the binaries
By which we are now defined
We had it all
And our joys were small
Sometimes I wish I could
Turn back time
To lose my troubled mind
Time
Goes on
And our prejudices
Grow strong
Wear what we want
Freedom of expression
Do what we want
No more repression
Yet we seem to conform to
chauvinist ideas of beauty
No stray hairs, tiny waist big booty
Or so we make it appear, make it appear
There is no wrong or right
There is no dark and light
There is no day and night
There is no back or white
It's a spectrum
Let the walls down of your tower
This is how we reclaim our power
Make your own rules sweet or sour
This is how we reclaim our power
How we reclaim our power
This is how we reclaim our power
This is how we reclaim our power
This is how we reclaim our power
This is how we reclaim our power
This is how we reclaim our power
This is how we reclaim our power
