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If I were Man?
If I were Man?
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Back when I was young, at a cross-dressing fête,
Gay friends and my lover, oh what a sight we’d create,
In a tight slip, men were unnerved,
Seeking assurance their lust was deserved.
Chorus
Oh, I was Rod Stewart with five o’clock shade,
Charcoal smudges, in a man’s role I played,
Manspread on sofas, belching with ease,
Scratching and glowering, doing as I please.
Verse 2
Girls in no trousers back in school days,
Columnists feared gender’d lose its ways,
To vanish if women in pants would roam,
I’ve worn jeans, rough shoes, long hair as my home.
Chorus
Oh, being a woman, a prison sometimes,
Daydreams of freedom in masculine rhymes,
Men face their prisons, boys punished and scorned,
For doing or feeling, in their hearts torn.
Instrumental
A perfect son, my mother’s demand,
Fixing her heart, was not my plan
Expectations, a daughter for life,
Sacrifice mine, no husband, no wife.
Intelligence in girls, handled with care,
Offending, upsetting, burdens to bear,
Virginia Woolf’s mirror, reflecting so bright,
Women as glasses, doubling men’s might.
Verse 5
Successful men, spouses in their shade,
Women’s achievements, often betrayed,
Divorced from identity, handmaidens’ role,
Flourished or diminished, a divided soul.
Chorus
Oh, a wife, a self-managed servant of lore,
First issue of Ms, in seventy-two’s store,
Fathers praised for minimal care,
Mothers’ endless toil, a burdensome share.
Oh, from college to the world, path I did forge,
My mother resented, her life to disgorge,
Twenty years later, a career of my own,
Success as a woman, a thorn, not a throne.
Outro
A woman’s desire to be a man,
Choices of children, a different plan,
Equal partners, rare and true,
Marriages and paths, in different hues.
Instrumental Outro Distortion!