Part One: The Maiden

I am not good enough unless I’m on my knees

I’m not worthy unless I’m polite, you see.

I must follow the rules that I didn’t make

And pray my soul that they don’t take

My breasts are displayed as public property

Despite the turtleneck that covers these

It’s my fault my vagina monthly oozes red

Pink tax profits until my worth is dead

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