Even If It Hurts

Yes, I know, it hurts real bad Yes, I know, we do not really need it But then, in a man's world Even if we do need to be a feminist Why, a waxing does make us, women, glad A waxing does be, to ourselves, to our bodies, a little treat A waxing, why, to being beauteous we have accomplished Why, a must it does be, even if for rights, we do be emancipacionists! A torrid hour spent at the beauty parlor A torrid hour during which we shall pretend that it is all fine A torrid hour spent in trying to look cool With a smile, plastered on our faces, a smile, trying to feel so, Belle! Pray, we try not even to whine Yes, all we do is to breathe in deep And make ourselves believe that a waxing does be something cheap Yes, that it does be worth its value, that it does be much needed Pray, say I to myself each time I am about to get waxed How come the cavewomen did live, without waxing, yet, so relaxed Yes, now the society demands so much of women From perfectly done hair, well contoured make up to perfectly manicured hands From a perfectly shaped figure, to perfectly assorted clothes Even to being all perfectly synchronized in moods Why, do we, women be taken for roses Just made to look pretty in flower vases? All we do ask is to be let Yes, to be let to live To be allowed to breathe More, to be accepted the way we do be! Waxing hurts, But without it, I would just be a misfit Waxing is a pain But without it, I would be looked at with disdain! Even if the world has changed Even if now, feminism does be a choice, Pray, waxing does be the one with the louder voice Yes, indeed, waxing, a real pain for a great gain!