Barbie And GI Joe

I have always been a Barbie
And you're always GI Joe
We've learned this from our fathers
These roles we chose to show
Dad hated Mom's intelligence
ANd made damn sure I'd know
That only bad girls get knocked up
and trap their men
Now here I'm pushing forty
and still I am barren
'cause I'm the perfect little Barbie doll
for every GI joe
just shut up and swallow (their anger)
because you never know
which one of them will hit you
or try to make you show
how right they are in fearing us
each time our bellies grow
and we pop out more little Barbie dolls
and more little GI Joes
and empty out their wallets
'cause we got the skill, y'know?
So hush now and let me thrill you
I'll be your sassy so and so
I'll get lost after I've used you
And you've tossed me to and fro
And I'll beg for you to use me
The way men who hate women do
When the war that they're still fighting
Is in their heads and was never true
To the cause you gave you heart to
'cause they betrayed you for money too
just like the strip tease dancer
who gets sold for an eight ball of toot
so let go of those dormant memories
you keep locked in your heart and your head
where the only opponent left standing
is you and you'd rather be dead
and if you could you'd aim that M16
and spray bullets across your own chest
but the rich white men who sent you there
won't be remorseful, they're still cashing checks
and buying stocks in rubber and crude oil
that your blood helped them buy and invest
like me, you're a strip tease dancer
you're a pawn like all the rest
some days I hate the sixties
and how that decade molded me
to be a sex adventure
and hold non-conformity
in almost religious reverence
an outcast creatively
weaving translucent webs of fiction
out of emotional tragedy
a fighter in my own right
armed with rhymes and a shaved pussy
so let me be your GI Barbie
and you can be my crazy Joe
and we'll fight the good fight together
and heal those wounds that never show
the kind that keep you bitter
years after the curtain's closed
and it's time to go
Y'know?