The Another Cross

I have to kill my own innocence.
Throw out all my silly goodness.
Why, my evil came less and less.
I don't like myself like this.
Don't try to make me believed by myth.
That's really ridiculous.
If there is a Goddess.
She lays on the cross,
And opens her arms.
Just like the man -- Jesus.
I know I success.
None can hurt me by their eyes.
Even if they look me down twice.
I've got my own strength.
I gaze at what they do to pass.
I see nobody wants to see.
I say everybody dares to say.
It's my deeply happiness.
As a radical feminist.