Girl Rising

For brave girls there is no sanctuary, stormy waters spur us like waves, echoes of silence decks our diary; got guts, we have no path in graves. We are the womb of tomorrow, the tomb of treats and terror; sailing against the tides of sorrow, not to be eroded by tidal errors. Pain is part of the party, we dance still when the music goes mad; oppression makes strong our stance, better we get when things go bad. Rope the rapist... tame the terrorists, vengeance to us is not a choice, save our soul from stormy sadists, hear budding roses ring in one voice. We charm and change the world with our beauty, brain and brawn; don't rule and ruin our world, let each dusk birth new dawn. Our fruits are stolen and boles broken parasites sap nectar before dawn; but deep within we stand, unshaken, golden grapes litters the lawn.