Progression

I am woman hear me roar For years we have tried to even out the score It’s a never ending war When they think every female is a whore People think it’s not like that anymore True respect has started to soar But will the bad reputation ever drop dead to the floor Before Much achievement was gained Along would come the hit Eyes filled with spit Use and abuse Huge black and blue bruise It’s not new news To for him to excuse His own behavior And believe he is a savior Women of the clan American Have made much progress To transgress Over laws that brought feminine distress I must confess They are only few That has said ado To the masculine curfew Women across seas Are constantly seized By men and their weakening diseased They need our help Because they are forbidden to yelp Why should some be free And equal While other cry and plea To prevent a sequel I am woman hear me roar And aid me to even the score Across the world