I took the bus today
- and so did he.
Did he do the natural thing
of sitting opposite to me?
No.
He sat over there
so he could emphasise his stare
- across the aisle.

When I was a girl my mother taught me how to survive
- even an everyday-bus ride.

I went to the shop today
- and so did this guy.
We seemed to be sharing the same shopping-list
but while I was shopping for groceries
- he was shopping for me.

On the way home
- hoping I was alone
I went through this list in my head.
Not how to avoid being raped but how to survive.
To adapt to his will
- not to fight nor to cry but be still.

I went home today
- as he left.
He had smashed everything up,
the flat was a mess.
The glass which covered the floor
cut into my feet and I just left it there
- as I fell asleep.

Cause, you know: in the state of fear and panicking sadness like that,
your body gives up and pretends to be dead.

The will to fight leaves you
- and all that is left
is a mouth with no words, cause they've been replaced
with the shame and the guilt and with the blood-taste.
And with excuses!
The excuses, the excuses, THE EXCUSES!

But do you know what! The shame is not mine!
I won't wear it no more!
I reclaim my space, my will and my rights!
And I'll do it together with sisters for the rest of my life.

Now I have boys, three potential "guys".
I'd like them to be what they want,
full with all the worlds colours and sparkle
and not being filled with stereotypes.

But despite what I teach them they're stuck in a society
where boys learn to take their rights
- and girls to give theirs up.

Thousands of years of oppression and scorn,
of our rights being torn
- from our bodies and minds.

But I will fight! We will tear the oppressor down from his throne,
make society beautiful
- and I'm not alone!

We have risen and we're taking our rights, we are not asking
- we're no longer fucking polite!

In a world of oppressing danger I was taught how to survive,
and this is it!
- HERE IS MY BATTLECRY!