He tells her he's a woman too he has a ladybrain
He tells her his identity and hers; they are the same
He tells her not to talk about her body; it's not fair
Her body is her privilege his own, a cross to bear
He tells her that she cannot talk or otherwise allude
To what her female body does it's nasty to exclude
He says respect diversity except he would prefer
That she would not point out the ways that he's diverse from her
He tells her that biology does not impact her life
She should still bear his children but she must call him 'wife'
He says that words must all evolve she must learn to make do
And now that woman is his word he's taking 'female' too
He tells her that a woman is whatever he decides
He will not put it into words she must not ask, he chides
He tells her he is more oppressed than she has ever been
He says she must agree with him or else she's being mean
She searches for the words she needs to talk about herself
The billions who exist like her their lives, their rights, their health
Whatever word she chooses now he finds a way to spin it
The conversation carries on but she's no longer in it
Rachel Irischild
based on
He Tells Her by Wendy Cope