Nasty Woman (feat. Nina Mariah Donovan)
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๐ Lyrics
I'm not as nasty as racism, or fraud, homophobia,
transphobia, sexual assault, white supremacy,
white privilege, ignorance, or misogyny
Not as nasty as trading girls like
pokemon before their bodies have even evolved.
Not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol
Like wet dreams infused with your own genes.
See even when women go into high paying careers,
their wages are still cut with blades sharpened by testosterone.
Tell me why the work of a black woman and a hispanic women
is only worth 63 and 54 percent of a white man's privileged paycheck?
This is not a feminist myth;
this is inequality.
So we are not here to be debunked
We are here to be respected.
We are here to be nasty
like blood stained bedsheets.
In case you forgot,
women can't choose when or if they get their periods!
Trust me, if we could, we would!
We don't like throwing away our favorite pairs of underwear!
But men can choose to not have sex
And they know how to live without a full head of hair,
so tell me why are tampons and pads
still taxed, but Viagra and Rogaine isn't?
Is your erection really more important than
protecting the messy parts of my womanhood?
Is the thinning of your hair really more
embarrassing than the period-staining of my jeans?
I know it seems petty to complain about a few extra cents
But it's just the finishing touch on a pile
of change I have yet to feel in this country.
So don't try to justify our injustices with excuses that
smell like your security when you're walking alone to the bathroom
or your car
or down the street.
Security my eyes have yet to see
Their too busy praying to my feet
So you don't mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact
I've been zipping up my smile so you
don't think I want to unzip your jeans.
I know you forget to examine the reflection of your own privilege
You may be afraid of the truth
But I'm not afraid to be honest
I'm not afraid to be nasty
Yeah I'm nasty
like the struggle of women still beating equality into the world,
because our rights have been beaten out of us for too long.
And our fight will continue to embody our nastiness.
I'm nasty like red, white, and blue bruises.
Nasty like Elizabeth, Amelia, Rosa,
Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle.
Our mothers, our sisters, us sisters are all nasty like history
And our pussies
ain't for grabbing
transphobia, sexual assault, white supremacy,
white privilege, ignorance, or misogyny
Not as nasty as trading girls like
pokemon before their bodies have even evolved.
Not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol
Like wet dreams infused with your own genes.
See even when women go into high paying careers,
their wages are still cut with blades sharpened by testosterone.
Tell me why the work of a black woman and a hispanic women
is only worth 63 and 54 percent of a white man's privileged paycheck?
This is not a feminist myth;
this is inequality.
So we are not here to be debunked
We are here to be respected.
We are here to be nasty
like blood stained bedsheets.
In case you forgot,
women can't choose when or if they get their periods!
Trust me, if we could, we would!
We don't like throwing away our favorite pairs of underwear!
But men can choose to not have sex
And they know how to live without a full head of hair,
so tell me why are tampons and pads
still taxed, but Viagra and Rogaine isn't?
Is your erection really more important than
protecting the messy parts of my womanhood?
Is the thinning of your hair really more
embarrassing than the period-staining of my jeans?
I know it seems petty to complain about a few extra cents
But it's just the finishing touch on a pile
of change I have yet to feel in this country.
So don't try to justify our injustices with excuses that
smell like your security when you're walking alone to the bathroom
or your car
or down the street.
Security my eyes have yet to see
Their too busy praying to my feet
So you don't mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact
I've been zipping up my smile so you
don't think I want to unzip your jeans.
I know you forget to examine the reflection of your own privilege
You may be afraid of the truth
But I'm not afraid to be honest
I'm not afraid to be nasty
Yeah I'm nasty
like the struggle of women still beating equality into the world,
because our rights have been beaten out of us for too long.
And our fight will continue to embody our nastiness.
I'm nasty like red, white, and blue bruises.
Nasty like Elizabeth, Amelia, Rosa,
Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle.
Our mothers, our sisters, us sisters are all nasty like history
And our pussies
ain't for grabbing