You can find her in the street,
Or on stage to entertain,
Or at home sitting at your feet.
It’s easy to wash her brain!
Because she’s a marionette!
She moves at the point of your fingertips,
Seductive or romantic, depends on the trend,
Curvy, skinny, blond, or with silicon lips,
She is in your hands, easy to mold and bend.
She’s a marionette!
But she must not only be made to please,
To be fair, she must also be allowed to lead.
Just offer her a few important roles and degrees,
Make her feel that it is possible to succeed,
Even though she’s a marionette!
And when she’s about to take control,
Create a perplexing issue for the feminist tools;
Who can take the absent mother’s role?!
Make her feel guilty and incomplete to set the rules.
She can never rule ’cause she’s a marionette!
Thrown in an ocean of wild contradictions;
Be naked but virtuous and respectable,
Be free but hold on to the roots and traditions,
Be strong but tender and delectable
Poor drowned marionette!
Lost on her way searching for Superman,
Trying to be a beloved Barbie.
Entrapped in the dark world of Batman,
Making a fruitless attempt to be,
Yet she’s never going to be but a marionette!
Perished on her way to attain fake promises
Of eternal glory, youth, and beauty,
Enslaved on her way to seek illusive promises
Of justice, freedom, and equality,
Resorting to the so-called saviors of the marionette!
The masked saviors act in a hypocrite sly way,
To make her think she’s the one who’s throwing the dice,
To believe that she’s playing the game in her way,
Unaware that she’s the only one who’s paying the price.
They give her, let her, prevent her, deceive her,
They’re the givers; they’re the takers,
They control her, convince her, educate her;
But they’re always the decision makers,
‘Cause she’s only a marionette!
They say: Listen to her, enjoy her, pretend to learn from her
Make her feel that she has power over you,
They say : Play with her, smash her, fix her or throw her,
After all, nobody will put the blame on you
For breaking a frivolous marionette!
Poor marionette, cluttering and stumbling,
Can’t deicide whether to be blond or brunette.
Poor marionette, stuttering and jumbling,
Doomed to please the saviors of the marionette,
But never to comfort the weary self of the marionette!
Friday, December 13, 2002