My Right

Where I live, there has been a lot of fighting
Sending words back and forth we are a country divided
All for a law still in the writing.

Now, through history I have noticed a pattern 
That has left young girls feeling violated and battered
And for years now people have felt the right to state
That a woman’s choice and her body can be put up for debate.

We are not objects or delicate flowers
We have voices and words we’ve been screaming for hours
But nothing can penetrate a ceiling of glass
Into the quiet bubble of the ruling class

All your arguments seem to quote a being divine
But what right does he have to restrict and confine

Those seen as less than

Unequal to 

The worthier man