Shyli Madhala

Once you're online

It's all rainbows and sunshine

Everybody's doing fine 

It's all going their way  

And you 

Oh you're on your own now 

Lonely as fuck, wow 

Must it be this way, how 

Do we make it real?   

So we, can feel okay to be 

Human as we are 

It's not all superheroes, supermodels and superstars 

We can have a bad day 

But once you're online 

It's all rainbows and sunshine 

Doesn't rain unless you're looking fine 

In a barn ass coat  

Doesn't matter if you can't afford it 

It's all on credit and you're liked  

So it's worth it 

Does it matter if you can't afford it? 

Abolish credit. Are you liked? Is it worth it?   

Cuz we 

We're dying for some real love 

Fake smiles made us feel numb 

We're losing touch with out hearts now 

How do we make it real?   

So we Can feel okay to be Human as we are 

It's not all superheroes, supermodels and superstars 

They can have a bad day 

They can go the wrong way

 They grow old and decay And that's the one thing that's real 

They grow old and decay And that's the one thing that's real 

For now  

I've been raised to believe

That I should do, buy and consume 

Everything and anything to be pretty 

I've been thought 

And I've been schooled 

On my own I'm just a fool

I need a man, who thinks I'm pretty

But then life happened

And it was all a lie 

I'm being taxed for being alive

For the gender you've closed in a box

With one color (boys are blue, girls are pink)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(Gloria Steinem speech “Address to women of America” 1971)

Sex and race, because they are easy, visible differences, have been the primary ways of organizing human beings into superior and inferior groups and in to the cheap labor on which this system still depends. 

I've been told 

I don't want no scrub

But it doesn't really matter

How he treats me 

And I've been shown 

Through growing up 

A girl in this world

That all I am is what I have to show

Am I pretty? 

A society in which there will be no roles, other than those chosen or those earned.

Is my ass big enough? 

Are my tits to your liking? 

Blond enough? Tall enough?

Is there more hair to shave?

Have I misbehaved?

Am I being too brave? 

Instead of shutting up 

Just being pretty

You know, you say it's about $1,300 

Of pink tax per year 

But what about the time I've spent?

And what about the tears? 

Ain't that pretty

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(it's all for my money)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(pink)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(I don’t, I don’t, I don’t even matter)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(and I don't even matter)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

(pink)

Pink is for my money

And I don't even matter

It really is a revolution