Her rage burns with fury, white hot to the core
As she sits and watches the “man” next to her always get more
Her rage has no color and the depth is unmatched
Every time she speaks up, her ideas get her trapped
Lost in a world so directed, full of easy successes all around her
Day in and day out her struggle to persevere doesn’t seem to canter
Except, the rage that is deep in her soul
She just swims around like a fish in a bowl
Looking out at the world rushing by
Wondering why it’s passed her again, wanting to break down and cry
Crying is the woman’s way
So she chokes it down searching for something to say
Her words are there, but there stuck behind her anger
No outlet for her to just let go, she’d be considered a danger
So she gets more and more mad, wondering what to do
How does she fix this problem, how can she help you?
How can she make them see her for what she’s worth?
How can she show “them” the power that lurks?
Does she expel her anger or keep it hidden?
What to do next, what else is forbidden?
The rage burns through her soul killing her piece by piece
Don’t be too strong, please know your place
Balling her fist and punching the heavens
Taking it to the streets but that’s too gangsta
There’s no place for her rage in her or the world,
so she just hides it away to pass it to her little girl.