To be a woman my age
Today
It’s strange
We don’t seem to have a role
We’re not quite equals yet at work
But we sure can’t stay at home
So everyday I ask myself
Am I doing what I want?
Or just doing what I’m told?
And to be a woman my age
Today
It’s hard
To know how strong to be
We can’t rely on men
To take care of everything
Like my mother could
She went straight from
Her daddy to mine
Never had to worry
She knew she would be just fine
Never had to figure out
How to be a feminist
Without being called a bitch
Never had to pay rent in San Francisco
I wish
And I feel badly that I’m angry
That she had it so good
That she was my age in a time
When women still could
Have a nice dinner ready
And take care of their kids
I look at couples nowadays
Both working and exhausted
And I wonder is life better?
We’ve got more money but less time
To enjoy each other’s company
Where do we draw the line?
And to be a woman my age
Today
I’m tired of playing all the games
I don’t know exactly what I want
But I do not want the same
Skateboarders
Snowboarders
Guys with messy hair
Guys who claim they’re filled with passion
When there’s really not much there
Guys who fall in love with
The idea of me
But then never seem to listen
When I’m talking
Guys who will quite happily
Have you pay for the bill
And fuck you without a condom
Just because you’re on the pill
And I wonder is it my age
Or is it something about me
That communicates I’m one of those girls
That gets caught up in saving
“He’s a really great person inside
He’s got a lot to give!”
Well I know I said those words now
Just wanting to believe it
And to be a woman my age
Today
I’m ready to leave this all behind
People say, “Your mid-twenties are
The most confusing time!”
Well I’m tired of being confused
I want my life to mean something
Want my voice to echo out
I want people to listen
To hear my words and if just one girl
Feels she can relate
If I could do that
If I knew
I’d start trying today
And I’d scream at all the assholes
Such a sweet revenge
Maybe closure’s what I need
To put my anger to an end
But I think I kind of like it
I’m addicted to the range
Of emotions that I feel
I even like the pain
Because to feel something
And express it
Makes me feel more alive
And that people will know
Who I was
When I die