I was concerned about the world’s degradation
Men and pastors warning me about masturbation
Daring to say this is a free nation
When a women having feelings gets diminished, because of menstruation
Whittling away whimsy in place of curt regulation
I was given an invitation
The consecration
A baby phoenix starving and dying of dehydration
But at least I have an education
A “privilege” of my generation
Still they want identification
They being Caucasian
Looking to fit me into some tolerable classification
They are mistaken, because a Goddess is above feeble justification.