The Mister

Mister,
Beat me,touch me,hit me,I'm a little girl,
Kick me,bend me,deform me,I'm a woman
Mr,be my employer,
force me to become a woman as a girl,
And make me a lapgirl for a woman.
Shout me down while showing your grievances,
Flex your muscles when you understand my powerlessness.
Coerce me to work in your home,
And In schools,pools,stores,
Use me and pay me half,
I belong to another world,so i must know our place in your world.

Mister,
We'll pay our dues by being woken up early to care of your homes,your childrens' feeding,
Buying them clothes is our job,
Make sure you are too busy and too tired.
Sir,
When you are unemployed,let us pay your needs with our income.
You can compensate us by beating and humiliating us in public.

Master,
Making us jealous on our matrimonial bed,
And can Just accuse us of the infidelity,
A shed of dark and You rip off our dignity,
You make us into dogs who mustn't sleep unless we met your desires.

Hey Mr,take away our joy and embarrass us with your joy.
Put the blame on her,
Rain the curses on us.

You deserve a medal now,Dad,
For punching her until dawn,
For shutting Mom down,
You think she can't be heard?
You think we don't know?
You think them blind?

Just a little more while,the young shall sprout,
But our words won't need swords in the fight,
Yet the world will know,
And our voice won't require wings to fly.
Just a while,mister society,
Just a little more while,
The seeds shall grow.