I look at my daughter

So young and so free

She knows so well

Just how to be

She must claim the night

After all it’s her right

But I am sure you can see

My anxiety

We have to run

For somebody’s fun.

We’ve a long way to go

Progress has been slow

Too long accepting

A norm of protecting

We have to let go

To go with the flow

Teach men how to act

Not accept as a fact

That testosterone rules