When the maiden fucked the whore
Took the old crone's name in vain said
Oh my god what insidious sin
To spread repression and shame
My body is not temple
Not the site for your exchange
Send the scribes and the moneylenders
Well out of range
I am not polished marble
Built to the proportions of man
You can wail at my walls
All that you want but
I'll never be your land
Not your body
Not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand Not your body
Not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
White women are taught of sin
Enchained by the reins
Handed by high tech business man
For population gain while
Bodies of color or built broken and bent
Will be battered through a keyhole
Corrected, killed, and spent
Economic sanctions forced sterilization
Will keep the population to an amenable minimum
Not your body
Not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand Not your body
Not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
As the people sow the land
The cavalry comes down
To undermine autonomy
Force their seed into the ground
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
But they despise and defy you
Not your body
Not your land
Not your body
Not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand Not your body
Not your land
We can see right through you
And your invisible left hand
Don't try to inscribe
Your social mores on me
I don't subscribe to your beliefs
I don't believe in your piety