Democracy

I am a woman, what does that mean?
A question we've been asking ourselves for centuries
I am a woman, what does that mean?
I am a second-class citizen in my society
I have fought, I have died, I have marched, I have cried
I have been beaten, I have been tried
by the injustice that leaves me tongue-tied
I am the orator made speechless
by the words flung at me
I am the powerful made powerless
by the images that surround me
I am the breast that feeds the babe
I am the body that moves with the wave
I am the moon and the sun
that exist inside me, I burn with the fire
to set all of my sisters free, I speak
for the poor, for the hungry masses
I cry for the weak, the elderly, the young,
I stand for the gays, the blacks, the other races
who have all stood with me in this hypocrisy
we call a democracy