When girls are hungry for knowledge,
We should feed them
When they go hunting through forests and climbing up trees,
sniffing for the tendrils of the pomegranate breeze in search of
the fruit that tastes of wisdom and feels like discovery is
melting on your tongue… (pause)
We-- should breathe support into their lungs and tell them not
to worry
That the stars would be honored to guide them through the
darkness because if your quest is for progress you, -will
never go hungry
When girls are starving for knowledge,
We should not strike them down.
Should not thunder rage from the heavens and kick them out of
their gardens, should not hand out punishments that last
for eternities, should not ever dare to label their curiosity
perversity, WeShould not punish her
She just wanted to learn,
Threw open palms to the sky as she reached for the apple
but they only saw her middle finger so they caged her in a
chapel and her blood would stain glass for centuries, SheWas dangerous. (rising)
Too dangerous for their world so she was hurled her through
the gates, there would be no glory for the girl who dared
to challenge her fate,
Instead-- they changed her story, and we are taught of
someone else. Eve, was far too easy, the woman followed
anything, took anything, let anything into her mouth, …
(PAUSE)
She should have known better
Should not have listened to that serpent,
Should not have gone with him into the trees,
She should have seen what was coming in the dark amidst the
branches, should have expected the scratches, clearly she
wanted what was coming, just look at what she was
wearing! …Not even leaves hid her blushing, , (BUILD**)
that slut.
That slut—and so revolutionary is chipped off her tombstone
before she’s even had time be buried
And the blueprint for her daughters becomes something much
different, as our history is steeped in a heritage of sinner
and slut, sinner and slut, sinner and slut and our names
are soaked in her fabricated legacy, and our bodies
become carved with the scars of our ancestor’s heresies,
Today. (pause) blood stained stilettos line streets no longer
safe and politicians keep trying to redefine rape and one
in four women will be sexually assaulted while in
college.
So its about time someone acknowledges that
This- is an epidemic.
Just look for the symptoms, they are not that hard to find.
How many catcalls will bruise her breasts today? How
many will become implanted in her spine, cause the fibers
of her sense of self to decay, how many times
Can you call a woman a slutBefore the word climbs up the walls of her larynx
like some bloodied bougainvillea that seals it shut ?
With its sludge- Until she has nothing left to say for herself
Until we have nothing left to say for ourselves
No words left to speak but the one being forced down our
throats
So we try to reclaim that one,
So we march to reclaim that one,
Thousands and millions strong
Trying to take it back, trying to take something back
Maybe- if we took over enough sunshine filled sidewalks it
would stop lurking in alleyways drenching the night sickly with
its twisted melodies
Maybe- if we splashed it over our bodies with enough brightly
colored pigments we could cover up the black and blue craters
that too long have stained cheekbones
Maybe- if we shouted it up to the heavens loudly enough Eve
would hear us. and realize she had nothing to be sorry for
She had nothing to apologize for
It was NOT her fault  When girls are hungry for knowledge,
We should feed them
When they go hunting through forests and climbing up trees,
sniffing for the tendrils of the pomegranate breeze, WE
Should breathe support into their lungs and tell them
NOT to worry,
That the STARS would be HONORED to guide them
through the darkness because if Your Quest is for progress
YOU, -will NEVER go hungry