Passed down in boxes stuffed in closets,
It's a manufactured social tradition:
The systematic silencing, objectifying,
And exploitation of wimmin

It's not biology but it's part of me
I was brought up to believe
I never thought that sex would make me clench my fist
I thought that hatred felt like this

Passed down in punches behind closed doors
They fall on baptized purple skin
Blinded by a fantasy, or a parent or a magazine
Blinded from our own needs

It's not biology but it's part of me
I was brought up to believe
I never thought that sex would make me clench my fist
I thought that hatred felt like this