In Between

From the time you know how to blink
You are branded like a milking cow
It's the reason you are here now

But do you ever stop to think
While you are dabbing blush on your brow
And you are scraping your legs into shreds
And you are perming your locks 'til they're dead
Why you are doing this at all?

Because when you're born you become a slave
To the thing that's between your legs
You're a sweet pie if it's concave
And if it's hanging, then you're brave
And if it's slanted then you're nothing
You are ridiculed to your grave

Here is a bold proposition that I offer to you
What if you should want to be both?

If you wish, I allow you to
Snuggle with boys when you're blue
And wear black heavy soled shoes
You may chew grass and drink booze
And bathe in pink salts if you choose

Don't be swayed by the notion
That you should be affixed to a box
With your legs cramped to your chest
You're not a boy or a girl or a freak
A penetrator or a symbol of the meek
Columbus or housewife of the week

'Cause from the time you know how to blink
You are raised in a world that teaches you
To be discontented with who you are
You must pad your breasts to go far
No one will love you if you're fat
Or thin or anything in between
It's a money making machine
Fuelled by your self esteem
Love yourself and love
Your legs, thick or thin
And what's in between