A rap by Madeline Toubiana
I’m a little woman you say
Worthless in every which way
Mentally ill, deranged, lacking a spine
my blood is a weakness ruining your line.
I fail as Jew, as a mother, as a wife
My paycheque too small to handle your spite.
I hear I’m a fucked up racist, a fucked up Jew,
I’m a worthless little woman, and a daddy’s girl too.
You say sorry ass, fucken bitch, mental case,
the mother of all nightmares, a pity life – disgrace.
You want to erase me, to burn me up in my house.
To kill off my family – to cage me as a mouse.
I know these words as they penetrate my inbox,
they’ve lived inside me, a disease-ridden cock.
But I pay the bills, feed the kids, run to work again
I sweep the floors, cook the meals, try to fix the fan.
I do the homework, math again, reading letters, social studies.
I book the programs, plan the play, bake the cookies for the buddies.
As an international scammer, I’m doing pretty well.
The labels that you put on me are going in my spell.
Bitch you say – that ain’t so bad
I don’t think I’ll be shrinking, I don’t think I’ll be mad.
I’m calling up the good in me, I’m calling on my power,
Mother I am, witch I be – receive my words and fuck off please.