"Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries."
"Yeah yeah yeah, rights of the woman and all. What about the responsibility of the woman to say no or to protect herself from things unwanted?"
Are. You. Kidding. Me?
I cannot believe I am having this conversation.