A Feminist "can'T"
Can't tell us can't
For our immense pleasure of a broad recant
Cause we know we can walk on the ceiling
While we know just what is the feeling
As it may be a scare if too many are up there
As life squirms and men fall under exposing inferiority fears
No longer "king of the mountain" or "big dog on top"
We're moving upwards and we'll never stop
Our flock will sing on a mountain high
As small as it may be, we'll rejoice with a sigh
We'll claw our way up the ladder
While we know just what is the matter
Is it wrong for ladies to have ambition for the race
To ask for a raise and command praise
However so, we know the lovely birds will follow
For our life we never let a man swallow
By Susan Mills
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