woman fights

Verse 1

Why do some men fight to be called women?

Isn’t that just unfair?

Funny how a few men reach for names

They never earned or wore.

A name that women carried, like a secret through the night,

Through every quiet sacrifice, every hidden fight.

You step into the water, ask for refuge, ask for space,

Take the symbols, take the names, but never feel the weight of the place.

If the name was yours to claim, why do you need to rearrange?

Why scrub away the stories, why make the meaning change?

Chorus

Oh, you don’t mind us borrowing it, that's what they always say,

But should you mind us twisting it, making it a brand-new play?

Polishing away the past, until nothing stays the same,

Till no one hears your mothers whispering the name.

Verse 2

You never held that name lightly, you fought for every inch,

In courtrooms, kitchens, fields, every single pinch.

You called it in the silence, when the world called you small,

You gave it weight, you gave it life, when no one gave you call.

So now we get to borrow, but we must keep the sacred flame,

No wiping out the ache, no turning it to shame.

If we must come, let us come quiet, with care,

But don’t expect us to forget why you’ve always been there.

Final Chorus

If we must come, we come gently, but don’t you ever doubt,

We can’t erase your mothers’ words, no matter what we shout.