lyrics
you must own the world
i am a stranger here
you take in my body and
i don’t say a word
i walk on the road
you have space on the sidewalk
i smile when you walk in
you don’t owe a thing
all i want is to be seen
i’m in your face,
but you’re still taking up my space
you talk and talk about things i’ve always known
i think you think you own me
if I say it just right if I point out all your errors
apologize for speaking out
will you believe me then?
This song was played for and reviewed by a podcast, and after it played the host proceeded to make comments like. ” who is this woman? i want to marry her.” and all i could think was, “isn’t it ironic?”
ironic that he was doing exactly what i was taking about in the song, he was seeing me for the gender instead of the person that i was. yes, maybe he was saying nice things but still. he completely missed it. he was doing what the world has so-often done to women for the better part of our history– seeing us as something that could serve them.