I’m going to be a good woman.
I will drink my tea, quietly on the edge of the bed
And I will stick by my man, if I ever get one to hold
Onto his hand and tell him the world is a validation he’s already granted.
When he makes yet another mistake, drags me down
With his despair.
I’m going to be a good woman, I swear.
I will cook, and I will clean, and I might go to church.
I will pray on my knees to gather his love
With the same mouth that never dares to disobey.
I’m going to be a good woman.
Any and every woman.
A quiet woman. A sad woman. A woman you fear,
A woman you love, one you might hate, and one you will fuck.
A woman you kiss, and a woman who bleeds.
One who will scream
And one who will sing.
I want to be my mother, my grandmother, her mother, and the mothers before.
I just want to be any woman.
I will drink my tea, quietly on the edge of the bed
And I will stick by my man, if I ever get one to hold
Onto his hand and tell him the world is a validation he’s already granted.
When he makes yet another mistake, drags me down
With his despair.
I’m going to be a good woman, I swear.
I will cook, and I will clean, and I might go to church.
I will pray on my knees to gather his love
With the same mouth that never dares to disobey.
I’m going to be a good woman.
Any and every woman.
A quiet woman. A sad woman. A woman you fear,
A woman you love, one you might hate, and one you will fuck.
A woman you kiss, and a woman who bleeds.
One who will scream
And one who will sing.
I want to be my mother, my grandmother, her mother, and the mothers before.
I just want to be any woman.