Make Me A Man (for a week)

Make me a man for a week,

Let me feel what Freedom feels.

Let me have guilt-free rough hands and hairy legs,

Let my grooming tools be scissors and blades.

Make me a man for a week,

For there is only one life and here I am - a woman.

Not ever knowing what dominance feels like,

Nor having a natural right to call the shots.

And if it can't be done on this earth,

Then make a man in Heaven.

And bestow upon me wisdom,

Like you did on the first man Adam.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for women.

But haven't we seen and been through so much agony!

If only I got to be a man for a change,

I'd know how carefree life can be!

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