Welcoming the day while locking the fear inside of your house

Heading to the office that is filled with wolves and foxes

You’re hated by the perverts in suits

who preach men’s fabricated lores,

You’ve been lambasted for breaking the stereotypical rules,

But your desk is surrounded by fake concern, expecting a return for the coffee they buy

You’ve transformed the metaphor of the sensual Red into warning

for the mouths that praise your feminine beauty whenever you don the Red attire