Love Anthem:
We Are All Our Mother’s Child
I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out
I am not some hole to fill
I am not your sexual slave, boy
I am not your possession
I am not your made up fantasy
I am a person of my own
Time to stop playing with dolls, boy
Time to stop raising up your fists
Time to stop your jealous raging
Time to stop throwing acid in my face
I am not your punching bag, boy
I am not your victim to dominate
I am walking out on you, boy
My life is not yours to take
I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out
I am not some hole to fill
Screaming threats to kill me
Saying you love me so much
I am tired of being frightened
This violence has to end
I am born from life’s blessing
Without women this world can't survive
How dare you ridicule and victimize me
I deserve to be alive
I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out
I am not some hole to fill
I am not your punching bag, boy
I am not your victim to dominate
I am walking out on you, boy
My life is not yours to take
Time to stop playing with dolls, boy
Time to stop raising up your fists
Time to stop your jealous raging
Time to stop throwing acid in my face
I am crying for my sisters
I am mourning their vicious end
How I wish I could raise them up
From the valley of the dead
I just know I have a voice
That has to sing loud and strong
No longer will I be silenced
Your love is like a killing field
Women slaughtered and forgotten
Reminders of your brutal hate
I am not your Barbie Doll, boy
I am not your Betty Boop
I am not your Pin-Up Fold Out
I am not some hole to fill
I am crying for my sisters
I am mourning for their loss
How I wish I could raise them up
From the valley of the dead
I just know I have a voice
That has to sing loud and strong
No longer will I be silenced
No longer frightened by my fears
I am not your punching bag, boy
I am not your victim to dominate
I am walking out on you, boy
My life is not yours to take
Love is not a killing field
With women hunted down
I was born from life’s blessing
We are all our mother’s child
We are all our mother’s child
Diane Kaufman, MD
Arts Medicine for Health & Healing
January 14, 2017