Todxs Putxs

Who do you think you are?
To say that I'm crazy
That my patience is running low for you
Stop bothering me

Who do you think you are?
To talk about my clothes
The way I cut my hair
Look in the mirror,
You're not even worth the scraped skin on my left knee!

I'm in a hurry and I want to hit the streets
I want to win the fight I'm in
I want to walk around the world
Dressed in shine and flowers
Woman, the guilt you carry is not yours
Share the burden with me this time
I want to make poetry with my body
And confront the laws that men created to say

Who do you think you are?
To tell me not to wear red lipstick
Who do you think you are?
To speak ill of even the friends I have

Go find your group and something to do
The world is full of people like you
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

I'm in a hurry and I want to hit the streets
I want to win the fight I'm in
I want to walk around the world
Dressed in shine and flowers
Woman, the guilt you carry is not yours
Share the burden with me this time
I want to make poetry with my body
And confront the laws that men created to say

That if you wear a low-cut top, you're a whore!
And if your skirt is short, you're a whore!
And if you have sex on the first date, you're a whore!
If you shave your head, you're a dyke!
And if you let your hair grow, you're a mess!
If you have a penis between your legs, you're a tranny!
But if you wear high heels, you're a saint!
And if you wear size 44, you're fat!
But if you wear size 38, you're too skinny!
If you go out after eleven, you'll come back ruined!
Because she asked for it, right? It was obvious!
Look at the clothes she left the house in!
And all the sexist discourse continues: