Unburnable
Lan nie Sta bi le
We are the granddaughters of unburnable witches
We have survived the groping flames of misogyny
And the heat of triple double dog dare standards
You are the grandsons of improbably impure Puritans
You will not survive when your hallowed debauchery
Is hollowed out by our bitch forks and ovarian torches
We are the granddaughters of unanswerable witches
Our grandmothers taught us sleeveless magic tricks
And we will make the elephant in the room disappear
You are the grandsons of impotent, impish Puritans
Your grandfathers taught you oppressive cowardice
A skill you have sharpened these three hundred years
We are the granddaughters of unsinkable witches
We have been bound in iron chains, stripped to skin
And tossed in murky waters, still we bob to the surface
You are the grandsons of imperious, impious Puritans
Your need to possess women is boundless and foul
Tainted hands cannot be cleaned by federal sameness
We are the granddaughters of unbreakable witches
We have been pricked and scratched for marked blood
But females are marked by craftiness, not black craft
You are the grandsons of impetuous, impaling Puritans
You are the prickers and pricks of this dark generation
One day you will bleed out onto your stiff, white collars
We are the granddaughters of unimpeachable witches
Truth is clenched tightly in our dainty, girlish hands
There is no womb for lies in governmental worship
You are the grandsons of impinging, imploded Puritans
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