Take Back The Night

It must have been like 3pm in the afternoon,

sun shining through the window

onto the brown shag rug 

He left a message, but you didn’t listen to it.

You and Elana are too busy preparing for the march:

“Take back the Night”

Who would have known your daughter would grow up 

to fight the same fight as you.

Turns out the patriarchy doesn’t give in lightly, 

turns out, neither do we.

So stick your booty out,

fight the good fight,

I’ll raise my daughter to be tough as nails like you.