You know, the grass is like me

It’s true nature revealed

When trodden under foot

But when drenched

Does it bear witness

To burning disgrace

Or blazing fury?

Yes, the grass is like me

It lifts its head

Only to be continually sheared

Into flat velvet by the frenzied machine

How many ways do you have to flatten a woman?

But the earth

And women continue to rise up

If you ask me, you had the right idea

A footpath was spot on

Those who can’t endure

Are patched down into the scorched earth

Merely straw

A path for the oppressors

Not grass

You know, grass like me!