Who could've thought
There will be the time when I'll be scared
Not of monsters, ghouls and wraiths
Of ones who other women made
Who share the same species, still
Seeing them means news that's ill
Humiliate me, scare me, I can't endure
Do I have to stay inside now? I'm not sure
Or should I pick up arms and fight
Bring them down whenever they strike
Should I give knives, pitchforks to my sisters?
And tell them to go nuts on these misters?
So they would fear us as we do now
And let them wonder "How?"
Who could've thought
I'll try to stand
Against a creature
We call "man."