“My hand is ready, may it do him ease”
Did you mean that, or did you just say that to please?
Your power, your shrewishness, your pride, you forswear
when fitted for a hat you loved, from your head, you let him tear
Why let a man tame the only thing that makes you whole?
Instead of looking under the tree to find the present, you looked down the stocking to find the coal
You are the bondmaid,a jest, and the doll that was tied to strings when you met
You are the bug and he was the knave with a net
Stand up for yourself, become equals using your stomach, your air
When standing up you become peaceful, stopping the attack, and make it all fair
Tame the tammer and let him see and learn
He will learn not to have tried to tame the powerful, and he will burn
Have you learned what I am saying, make it equal don’t let someone control everything
You are strong and free willed, and soon to be, loving
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